Prairie Spring by Willa Cather — Read

Evening and the flat land, / Rich and somber and always silent; / The miles of fresh-plowed soil, / Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness; / The growing wheat, the growing weeds, / The toiling horses, the tired men; / The long, empty roads, / Sullen fires of sunset, fading, / The eternal, unresponsive sky. / Against all this, Youth, / Flaming like the wild roses, / Singing like the larks over the plowed fields, / Flashing like a star out of the twilight; / Youth with its insupportable sweetness, / Its fierce necessity, / Its sharp desire; / Singing and singing, / Out of the lips of silence, / Out of the earthy dusk.