Vachel Lindsay 1912
Vachel Lindsay in 1912


     The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring

     In the days of long ago,

     Ranged where the locomotives sing

     And the prairie flowers lie low:-

     The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass

     Is swept away by the wheat,

     Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by

     In the spring that still is sweet.

     But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring

     Left us, long ago.

     They gore no more, they bellow no more,

     They trundle around the hills no more:-

     With the Blackfeet lying low,

     With the Pawnees, lying low,

     Lying low.