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Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.

4. Lost

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.