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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE EARL O' QUARTERDECK by GEORGE MACDONALD MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 22. 'TIS HONOURABLE TO BE LOVE'S MARTYR by PHILIP AYRES THE TIMELY MEMENTO by PHILIP AYRES THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: NEWS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |