• Carl Sandburg 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.
    Source: Under the Harvest Moon (1916)
    Carl Sandburg
    American Poet 1878-1967
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Carl Sandburg - 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.
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. by : Carl Sandburg
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hills-sunrise 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.
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