Carl Sandburg: "Lost" June 09, 2009 Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps "DESOLATE and lone All night long on the lake Where fog trails and mist creeps, The whistle of a boat Calls and cries unendingly, Like some lost child In tears and trouble Hunting the harbor’s breast And the harbor’s eyes." Comments
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