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Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.
An Italian boy is sending songs to you tonight from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl;
They marry next month;
tonight they are throwing you kisses.
An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen
That sits in a cherry tree in his back yard.
The clocks say I must go-
I stay here sitting on the back porch
drinking white thoughts you rain down.
Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.
Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.
An Italian boy is sending songs to you tonight from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl;
They marry next month;
tonight they are throwing you kisses.
An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen
That sits in a cherry tree in his back yard.
The clocks say I must go-
I stay here sitting on the back porch
drinking white thoughts you rain down.
Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.
Carl Sandburg was born in 1878 and this poem has the word catalpa in it. I read this poem and wondered what a catalpa was. I went and found the following picture.
