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by Carl Sandburg, 1918

Nancy hanks dreams by the fire;
 Dreams, and the logs sputter,
 And the yellow tongues climb.
 Red lines lick their way in flickers.
 Oh, sputter, logs.
       Oh, dream, Nancy.
 Time now for a beautiful child.
 Time now for a tall man to come.

Published in Cornhuskers

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