Carl Sandburg

Gender: 
Male

  • Under the Harvest Moon

    Under the harvest moon,
    When the soft silver
    Drips shimmering
    Over garden nights,
    Death, the gray mocker,
    Comes and whispers to you
    As a beautiful friend
    Who remembers.

    Under the summer roses
    When the flagrant crimson
    Lurks in the dusk
    Of...

  • A Dream Girl

    You will come one day in a waver of love,
    Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
    The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
    The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,
    You will pose with a hill-flower grace.

    You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,
    A poise of...