Where The Desert Flames With Furnace Heat

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Title:     Where The Desert Flames With Furnace Heat
Author: Hamlin Garland [More Titles by Garland]

Where the desert flames with furnace heat,
I have trod.
Where the horned toad's tiny feet
In a land
Of burning sand
Leave a mark,
I have ridden in the noon and in the dark.
Now I go to see the snows,
Where the mossy mountains rise
Wild and bleak--and the rose
And pink of morning fill the skies
With a color that is singing,
And the lights
Of polar nights
Utter cries
As they sweep from star to star,
Swinging, ringing,
Where the sunless middays are.

[The end]
Hamlin Garland's poem: Where The Desert Flames With Furnace Heat

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