• Dans l’immense Prairie, océan sans rivages,
    Houles d’herbes qui vont et n’ont pas d’horizons,
    Cent rouges cavaliers, sur les mustangs sauvages,
    Pourchassent le torrent farouche des bisons.

    La plume d’aigle au crâne, et de la face au torse
    Striés de vermillon, arc au poing et carquois
    Pendu le long des reins par un lien d’écorce,
    Ils percent en...

  • Across the sombre prairie sea
    The dark swells billow heavily.
    Are the looming ridges near of far
    That heave to the smooth horizon-bar?

    The russet reach of grassy roll
    Sickens the heart and numbs the soul;
    The thin wind gives no air for breath;
    The stillness is the pause of death.

    This width was never shaped to be
    The...

  • From “Evangeline”
    BEAUTIFUL was the night. Behind the black wall of the forest,
    Tipping its summit with silver, arose the moon. On the river
    Fell here and there through the branches a tremulous gleam of the moonlight,
    Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit.
    Nearer and round about her, the manifold flowers of the garden
    ...

  • Pike County Ballads
    WALL, no! I can’t tell whar he lives,
      Because he don’t live, you see;
    Leastways, he ’s got out of the habit
      Of livin’ like you and me.
    Whar have you been for the last three year
      That you haven’t heard folks tell
    How Jimmy Bludso passed in his checks
      The night of the Prairie Belle?

    He weren’t no...

  • Fable

    Causant avec la Prairie,
    La Rivière adroitement
    Rabattit sur le torrent ;
    Je suis sa meilleure amie ;
    On croit qu'il est mon parent,
    À cause de la ravine,
    Qui se prétend ma cousine,
    Et dont on dit qu'il descend.
    Je serais désespérée
    De dire à d'autres qu'à vous
    Ce qu'en pense la contrée ;
    Mais il y passe, entre...

  • The loveliness of Nature, always did

    Delight me.

              In the days of childhood; when

    My young light heart, in all the buoyancy

    Of its own bright imagination’s spell,

    Beat in accordant consonance to all

    For which it cherished an affinity;

    The summer glory of the landscape, rous’d
    ...

  • To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,

    One clover, and a bee,

    And revery.

    The revery alone will do,

    If bees are few.