Now thickening twilight presses down Upon the harbor and the town, And all around a misty pall Of dull gray cloud hangs over all. The huddling fishing-sloops lie safe, While far away the breakers chafe. And now the landsman's straining eye Mingles the gray sea with the sky. Far out upon the darkening deep The white ghosts of the ocean leap. Boone Island's light, a lonely star, Is flashing o'er the waves afar. Up the broad beach the sea rolls in In never-ending foam and din; And all along the craggy shore Resounds one long continuous roar. We turn away, and hail each gleam Where lamps from cottage windows stream. For sad and solemn is the moan Of ocean when the day has flown, And, borne on dusky wings, the night Wraps in a shroud the dying light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LADIES by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH THE JOURNEY by EMILY DICKINSON TWO LIVES: CONCLUSION. INDIAN SUMMER by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD CLEVER TOM CLINCH GOING TO BE HANGED by JONATHAN SWIFT SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 5. SHE THINKS OF THE FAITHFUL ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |