“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.” LittlesHandsBeautifulAsksMemoriesThousandSummerRedRoseDuskCrimsonLittle HandsRed Leaves Book:The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg Source: The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg