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Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

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.

Published in Chicago Poems

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