Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Fog

The ghost am I
Of winds that die
Alike on land or sea,
In silence deep
To shroud and keep
Their mournful memory.

A spirit white
I stalk the night,
Or, shadowing the skies,
Forbid the sun
To look upon
My noonday mysteries.

1. Bicycles! Tricycles!
2. A Legacy
3. At Cock-Crow
4. The Honey-Bee
5. The Bee and the Blossoms

Carl Sandburg Fog ("THE fog comes")

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