The mellow moonbeams glint along the waves, Beyond the inky blur yon frowning height Full oft impresses on the tranquil deep. What eagle glances pierce the veil of gloom! Each galaxy of light proclaims a town, Instinct with life, as childhood is with joy. Afar, like some dim phantom of the hour, A liner speeds majestic on her way; While beaconward a schooner lies at ease, A graceful shadow on a silvered sea. |