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Between Two Hills

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

Between two hills
 The old town stands.
 The houses loom
 And the roofs and trees
 And the dusk and the dark,
 The damp and the dew
   Are there.

 The prayers are said
 And the people rest
 For sleep is there
 And the touch of dreams
   Is over all.

Published in Chicago Poems

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