Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Cornhuskers. 1918.
81. Baby Face
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The shafts across her bed are flimmering.
Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows,
All silver to slow twisted shadows
Falling across the long road that runs from the house.
And some of your flimmering silver
For her by the window to-night
Where you come in, White Moon.