Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Smoke and Steel. 1922.
V. Mist Forms36. Far Rockaway Night till Morning
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The fog night, the moon night, the fog moon night last night?
There swept out of the sea—torn white plungers.
There came on the coast wind drive
In the spit of a driven spray,
On the boom of foam and rollers,
The cry of midnight to morning:
Hoi-a-loa.
Hoi-a-loa.
Hoi-a-loa.
Who has loved the fog moon night last night more than I have?
—can I ever forget it?
Out of the sea those plungers
—can I remember anything else?
Out of the midnight morning cry: Hoi-a-loa:
—how can I hunt any other songs now?