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

118. It Is Much

WOMEN of night life amid the lights

Where the line of your full, round throats

Matches in gleam the glint of your eyes

And the ring of your heart-deep laughter:

It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.

Women of night life along the shadows,

Lean at your throats and skulking the walls,

Gaunt as a bitch worn to the bone,

Under the paint of your smiling faces:

It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.