The brass medallion profile of your face I keep always. <br />It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets. <br />It is not stuck up in a show place on the office wall. <br />I carry it in a special secret pocket in the day <br />And it is under my pillow at night. <br />The brass came from a long ways off: it was up against hell and high water, fire and flood, before the <br />face was put on it. <br />It is the side of a head; a woman wishes; a woman waits; a woman swears behind silent lips that the <br />sea will bring home what is gone.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/medallion-2/
