A Child Of The Sun

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Title:     A Child Of The Sun
Author: Hamlin Garland [More Titles by Garland]

Give me the sun and the sky,
The wide sky. Let it blaze with light,
Let it burn with heat--I care not.
The sun is the blood of my heart,
The wind of the plain my breath.
No woodsman am I. My eyes are set
For the wide low lines. The level rim
Of the prairie land is mine.
The semi-gloom of the pointed firs,
The sleeping darks of the mountain spruce,
Are prison and poison to such as I.
In the forest I long for the rose of the plain,
In the dark of the firs I die.

[The end]
Hamlin Garland's poem: A Child Of The Sun

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