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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Bringers

COVER me over  
In dusk and dust and dreams.  
 
Cover me over  
And leave me alone.  
 
Cover me over,      
You tireless, great.  
 
Hear me and cover me,  
Bringers of dusk and dust and dreams.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

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