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Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.

105. Hydrangeas

DRAGOONS, I tell you the white hydrangeas turn rust and go soon.

Already mid September a line of brown runs over them.

One sunset after another tracks the faces, the petals.

Waiting, they look over the fence for what way they go.