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Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard
by: Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
Stuff of the
moon
runs on the lapping sand
Out to the longest shadows.
Under the curving willows,
And round the creep of the wave line,
Fluxions of yellow and dusk on the waters
Make a wide dreaming pansy of an old pond in the
night
.
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poems by Carl Sandburg