A Prairie Oyster

'I drink my love at the fall of night,As the glow dies out of the Western sky;I drink to the whirr of the widgeon's flight,And the coyote's yowl, as we drundle by.

'I drink my love in the prairie morn,With a "Hey! farewell!" to the falling moon.To the stars a-point at the flush of dawn.And the waking cry of the watchful loon.

'I drink my love in the heat and glare.With the sun a-flame on the silent lake;I drink to the hum of the quivering air.To the beat and throb of the world awake.

'Here's a toast to them all! And it's sung refrainIs the clink and jar of a westward train.'