At night, a solitary speaker is on a lake where fog trails and mist creep through the dark. Everything feels desolate and still except for one sound: a boat whistle that calls out again and again. The speaker hears it not as a plain signal but as a lost child, crying in trouble and searching desperately for comfort. The harbor becomes like a parent, with a breast and eyes the child is trying to find. That comparison makes the scene emotional rather than just atmospheric. The mood is lonely, eerie, and full of longing—there is no answer to the whistle, only the endless, muted night. You get the sense of being adrift and wanting to be found, or wanting to find a place that feels safe. The poem leaves a quiet ache, like a cry that never quite reaches home.
Lost — Summary
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.