Evening Waterfall
By CARL SANDBURG
What was the name you called me?—
And why did you go so soon?
The crows lift their caw on the wind,
And the wind changed and became lonely.
The warblers sing their sleepy songs
Across the valley’s gloaming,
Across the cattle-horns of early stars.
Feathers and people in the crotch of a treetop
Pour an evening waterfall of sleepy songs.
What was the name you called me?—
And why did you go so soon?
Photo taken at Bushkill Falls, Pennsylvania
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