from Days
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the 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 the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
~~
Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
from Poetry, October 1915
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
Carl Sandburg biography
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the 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 the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
~~
Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
from Poetry, October 1915
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
Carl Sandburg biography
"Under the Harvest Moon" read by Eugene Burger. Courtesy The Artistic Nomad.
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