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.

Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 2. Fire-Logs
Volume: Cornhuskers
- Persons Half Known
Year: Published/Written in 1918
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