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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Fire-logs

Carl Sandburg

From “My People”

NANCY HANKS dreams by the fire;

Dreams, and the logs sputter,

And the yellow tongues climb.

Red lines lick their way in flickers.

Oh, sputter, logs.

Oh, dream, Nancy.

Time now for a beautiful child.

Time now for a tall man to come.