| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 97. Back Yard |
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| SHINE on, O moon of summer. | |
| Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak, | |
| All silver under your rain to-night. | |
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| An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion. | |
| A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month; to-night they are throwing you kisses. | 5 |
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| An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a cherry tree in his back yard. | |
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| The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking white thoughts you rain down. | |
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| Shine on, O moon, | |
| Shake out more and more silver changes. | |
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