Carl Sandburg

Here you will find the Poem Under the Harvest Moon of poet Carl Sandburg

Under the Harvest Moon

Under the harvest moon, 
When the soft silver 
Drips shimmering 
Over the garden nights, 
Death, the gray mocker, 
Comes and whispers to you 
As a beautiful friend 
Who remembers. 

Under the summer roses 
When the flagrant crimson 
Lurks in the dusk 
Of the wild red leaves, 
Love, with little hands, 
Comes and touches you 
With a thousand memories, 
And asks you 
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.