My prairie girl, though tanned of face And shy, has certain lovely grace That comes from watching flowers blow And seeing birds wing to and fro. She's led me a right merry chase; One day our fingers interlace; The next, she's far away in space. Sometimes I think I'll never know My prairie girl. I think I have a little place Within her heart. There was a trace Of sadness; when I turned to go, Her eyes held tears in embryo. From memory nothing can erase My prairie girl. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG |