| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 126. All Day Long |
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| ALL day long in fog and wind, | |
| The waves have flung their beating crests | |
| Against the palisades of adamant. | |
| My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago, | |
| Curls of brown were slipping underneath his cap, | 5 |
| He looked at me from blue and steely eyes; | |
| Natty, straight and true, he stepped away, | |
| My boy, he went to sea. | |
| All day long in fog and wind, | |
| The waves have flung their beating crests | 10 |
| Against the palisades of adamant. | |
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