Here you will find the Poem Aztec of poet Carl Sandburg
You came from the Aztecs With a copper on your fore-arms Tawnier than a sunset Saying good-by to an even river. And I said, you remember, Those fore-arms of yours Were finer than bronzes And you were glad. It was tears And a path west and a home-going when I asked Why there were scars of worn gold Where a man?s ring was fixed once On your third finger. And I call you To come back before the days are longer.