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.
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Carl Sandburg
Carl August Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was a Swedish-American poet, biographer, journalist, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Pr…
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