Nocturne In A Deserted Brickyard Poem by Carl Sandburg

Nocturne In A Deserted Brickyard

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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.

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