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WANT free life, and I want fresh air;
And I sigh for the canter after the cattle, The crack of the whips like shots in battle, The medley of hoofs and horns and heads That wars and wrangles and scatters and spreads; The green beneath and the blue above, And dash and danger, and life and love — And Lasca! Lasca used to ride On a mouse-grey mustang close to my side, With blue serape and bright-belled spur; I laughed with joy as I looked at her! Little knew she of books or creeds; An Ave Maria sufficed her needs; Little she cared save to be at my side, To ride with me, and ever to ride, From San Saba's shore to Lavaca*s tide. She was as bold as the billows that beat, She was as wild as the breezes that blow: F-on\ ;<er little head to her little feet, V- »•«?. swayed in her suppleness to and fro Vi\; , gust of passion; a sapling pine Tiui1 ;", 3ws on the edge of a Kansas bluff And wr.rs with the wind when the weather is rough, i„ like ihis Lasca, this love of mine. 23 |
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