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.
Three Songs
Song Cycle by Melville Smith (b. 1898)
?. Lost [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967), "Lost", appears in Chicago Poems, first published 1916
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. A teamster's farewell [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Good-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels and locking hubs, The sun coming on the brass buckles and harness knobs. The muscles of the horses sliding under their heavy haunches, Good-by now to the traffic policeman and his whistle, The smash of the iron hoof on the stones, All the crazy wonderful slamming roar of the street -- O God, there's noises I'm going to be hungry for.
Text Authorship:
- by Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967), "A teamster's farewell", subtitle: "Sobs en route to a Penitentiary", appears in Chicago Poems, first published 1916
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Sketch [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The shadows of the ships Rock on the crest In the low blue lustre Of the tardy and the soft inrolling tide. A long brown bar at the dip of the sky Puts an arm of sand in the span of salt. The lucid and endless wrinkles Draw in, lapse and withdraw. Wavelets crumble and white spent bubbles Wash on the floor of the beach. Rocking on the crest In the low blue lustre Are the shadows of the ships.
Text Authorship:
- by Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967), "Sketch", appears in Chicago Poems, first published 1916
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