Others may praise what they like;
But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing, in art, or aught else,
Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river – also the western prairie-scent,
And fully exudes it again.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
Others may praise what they like;
But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing, in art, or aught else,
Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river – also the western prairie-scent,
And fully exudes it again.