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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 ***** of an old pond in the night.
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Nocturne In A Deserted Brickyard
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 ***** of an old pond in the night.
Carl Sandburg
1878 - 1967/Male/American