Carl Sandburg

Fire-Logs

NANCY HANKS dreams by the fire;  
Dreams, and the logs sputter,  
And the yellow tongues climb.  
Red lines lick their way in flickers.  
Oh, sputter, logs.        
     Oh, dream, Nancy.  
Time now for a beautiful child.  
Time now for a tall man to come.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

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