The Whooping Crane

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Title:     The Whooping Crane
Author: Hamlin Garland [More Titles by Garland]

At sunset from the shadowed sedge
Of lonely lake, among the reeds,
He lifts his brazen-throated call,
And the listening cat with teeth at edge
With famine hears and heeds.

"_Come one, come all, come all, come all!_"
Is the bird's challenge bravely blown
To every beast the woodlands own.

"_My legs are long, my wings are strong,_
_I wait the answer to my threat._"
Echoing, fearless, triumphant, the cry
Disperses through the world, and yet
Only the clamorous, cloudless sky
And the wooded mountains make reply.

[The end]
Hamlin Garland's poem: The Whooping Crane

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