Spring Song for Nebraska Prairie

Can I forget those June days on the prairie, And such bright stars as nighttide there discerned, On lands light touched by some indulgent fairy, And to the green of spring withal returned?

Can I forget swift shadows on rich wheat fields As scattered clouds rode wild below the blue, Or watered rows, to mark the fertile beet fields, And lines of corn scarce risen into view?

I'll not forget those soft nights on the prairie As years pass on, their good and ill to bring; Though tide may change and fitful fortune vary, I'll always love the West in days of spring.

And some good night, upon that distant prairie, On lands laid long across the world’s wide face, Once more I'll stand in vision solitary, When Spring and I have met in that blest place.