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

Places

Carl Sandburg

From “Days”

ROSES and gold

For you today,

And the flash of flying flags.

I will have

Ashes,

Dust in my hair,

Crushes of hoofs.

Your name

Fills the mouth

Of rich man and poor.

Women bring

Armfuls of flowers

And throw on you.

I go hungry

Down in dreams

And loneliness,

Across the rain

To slashed hills

Where men wait and hope for me.