Part 3 — EARLY MORNING AT BARGIS
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Clear air and grassy lea, Stream-song and cattle-bell— Dear man, what fools are we In prison-walls to dwell!
To live our days apart From green things and wide skies, And let the wistful heart Be cut and crushed with lies!
Bright peaks!—And suddenly 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!
Hermann Hagedorn [1882-