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Sandburg, Carl: Lost

Portre of Sandburg, Carl

Lost (English)

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.



Uploaded byGóz Adrienn
Source of the quotationhttp://carl-sandburg.com/lost.htm

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