Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Early Morning at Bargis
By Hermann Hagedorn
C
Stream-song and cattle-bell—
Dear man, what fools are we
In prison-walls to dwell!
From green things and wide skies,
And let the wistful heart
Be cut and crushed with lies!
Light floods the placid dell,
The grass-tops brush my knee:
A good crop it will be,
So all is well!
O man, what fools are we
In prison-walls to dwell!