The Mist
Carl Sandburg
1878 to 1967
I am the mist, the impalpable mist,
Back of the thing you seek
My arms are long,
Long as the reach of time and space
Some toil and toil, believing,
Looking now and again on my face,
Catching a vital, olden glory
But no one passes me,
I tangle and snare them all
I am the cause of the Sphinx,
The voiceless, baffled, patient Sphinx
I was at the first of things,
I will be at the last
I am the primal mist
And no man passes me,
My long impalpable arms
Bar them all
Carl Sandburg's The Mist
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