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Dreams in the Dusk

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

Dreams in the dusk,
 Only dreams closing the day
 And with the day’s close going back
 To the gray things, the dark things,
 The far, deep things of dreamland.

 Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
 Only the old remembered pictures
 Of lost days when the day’s loss
 Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.

 Tears and loss and broken dreams
 May find your heart at dusk.

Published in Chicago Poems

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