There is no land like this land When winter's at the turn! In mists of green the treetops lie Against a warmer, deeper sky, And larks on every little hill Are piping spring's return! There is no land like this land When winter's at the turn! All fragrant to the wooing rain The sweet soil lies upturned again And headlong, foaming rivers Among the willows churn! There is no land like this land When winter's at the turn! Night after night the wild geese cry Like muted strings far in the sky, And in the windless darkness, The glowing brush fires burn! There is no land like this land When winter's at the turn! There's little spring beside the sea And a mountain spring comes timidly, But earth laughs loud on the prairie To feel its youth return! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |