Prairie Waters by Night
by Carl Sandburg
by Carl Sandburg
CHATTER of birds two by two raises a night song
joining a litany of running water—
sheer waters showing the russet of old stones
remembering many rains.
And the long willows drowse on the shoulders of the running water, and sleep from much music; joined songs of day-end, feathery throats and stony waters, in a choir chanting new psalms.
It is too much for the long willows
when low laughter of a red moon comes down;
and the willows drowse and sleep
on the shoulders of the running water.
joining a litany of running water—
sheer waters showing the russet of old stones
remembering many rains.
And the long willows drowse on the shoulders of the running water, and sleep from much music; joined songs of day-end, feathery throats and stony waters, in a choir chanting new psalms.
It is too much for the long willows
when low laughter of a red moon comes down;
and the willows drowse and sleep
on the shoulders of the running water.
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