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Carl Sandburg (1878–1967).  Chicago Poems.  1916.
 
143. The Mist
 
 
I AM the mist, the impalpable mist,
Back of the thing you seek.
My arms are long,
Long as the reach of time and space.
 
Some toil and toil, believing,        5
Looking now and again on my face,
Catching a vital, olden glory.
 
But no one passes me,
I tangle and snare them all.
I am the cause of the Sphinx,        10
The voiceless, baffled, patient Sphinx.
 
I was at the first of things,
I will be at the last.
      I am the primal mist
      And no man passes me;        15
      My long impalpable arms
      Bar them all.
 

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