Noon On The Plain

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Title:     Noon On The Plain
Author: Hamlin Garland [More Titles by Garland]

The horned toad creeping along the sand,
The rattlesnake asleep beneath the sage,
Have now a subtle fatal charm.
In their sultry calm, their love of heat,
I read once more the burning page
Of nature under cloudless skies.
O pitiless and splendid land!
Mine eyelids close, my lips are dry
By force of thy hot floods of light.
Soundless as oil the wind flows by,
Mine aching brain cries out for night!

[The end]
Hamlin Garland's poem: Noon On The Plain

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