Evening Waterfall

Carl SandburgCarl Sandburg

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WHAT was the name you called me?-
And why did you go so soon?
  
The crows lift their caw on the wind,
And the wind changed and was lonely.
  
The warblers cry their sleepy-songs
Across the valley gloaming,
Across the cattle-horns of early stars.
  
Feathers and people in the crotch of a treetop
Throw an evening waterfall of sleepy-songs.
  
What was the name you called me?-
And why did you go so soon?
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg

1878 - 1967/Male/AmericanA poet, writer, and editor known for his contemporary literature.

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