Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Smoke and Steel. 1922.
V. Mist Forms27. How Yesterday Looked
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On the walls that held and counted the hours
The wind lasted.
Looked on and the wind poured cups of foam
And the evening began.
Pipes and the young men spoke of the girls
For a wild night like this.
When the wind went down and the sea was sorry
And the singing slow.
Down and the moon coming up and I would struggle
To tell the how of it.
The wind that blew them across and across,
The scooping, mixing wind.