LOSTBy Carl SandburgDESOLATE and loneAll night long on the lakeWhere fog trails and mist creeps,The whistle of a boatCalls and cries unendingly,Like some lost childIn tears and troubleHunting the harbor’s breastAnd the harbor’s eyes.

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