Lost
Read 'Lost' by 'Carl Sandburg' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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