Lost
by: Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967)
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.
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Under the Harvest Moon
Gone
Happiness
Mill-Doors
Dreams In The Dusk
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