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. The Pleiads
3. An Interview
4. An Idolater
5. Cats

Carl Sandburg Fog ("THE fog comes")

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