Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

To a Captive Crane

HO, brother! Art thou prisoned too?

Is thy heart hot with restless pain?

I heard the call thy bugle blew

Here by the bleak and chilling main

(Whilst round me shaven parks are spread

And cindered drives wind on and on);

And at thy cry, thy lifted head,

My gladdened heart was westward drawn.

O splendid bird! your trumpet brings

To my lone heart the prairie springs.