It Is Much by Carl Sandburg
Women of night life amid the lights Where the line of your full, round throats Matches in gleam the glint of your eyes And the ring of your heart-deep laughter: It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.
Women of night life along the shadows, Lean at your throats and skulking the walls, Gaunt as a bitch worn to the bone, Under the paint of your smiling faces: It is much to be warm and sure of to-morrow.
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