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Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.

104. Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard

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.