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by Carl Sandburg, 1916

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.

Published in Chicago Poems

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