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

66. Troths

YELLOW dust on a bumble

bee’s wing,

Grey lights in a woman’s

asking eyes,

Red ruins in the changing

sunset embers:

I take you and pile high

the memories.

Death will break her claws

on some I keep.