Carl Sandburg

Valley Song

YOUR eyes and the valley are memories.  
Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl.  
It was here a moonrise crept over the timberline.  
It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down.  
And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.  
 
I will see you again to-morrow.  
I will see you again in a million years.  
I will never know your dark eyes again.  
These are three ghosts I keep.  
These are three sumach-red dogs I run with.        
 
All of it wraps and knots to a riddle:  
I have the moon, the timberline, and you.  
All three are gone—and I keep all three.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

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