THE SHEETS of night mist travel a long valley.
I know why you came at sundown in a scarf mist.
What was it we touched asking nothing and asking all?
How many times can death come and pay back what we saw?
In the oath of the sod, the lips that swore,
In the oath of night mist, nothing and all,
A riddle is here no man tells, no woman.
Mist Forms
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: death, travel, woman, long, valley, night, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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