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The prairie grasses whispered in my ear From year to year, Strange melodies whose burning verses stole Into my soul, Strange songs which ever and anon would come And sing themselves to me and hum and hunt Beyond control. Yet when I tried to capture, word for word, The songs I heard, The written verses lost, it seemed to me, The pictured melody. I had not said that which I tried to say The music had in some uncertain way Eluded me. |
