Written near a Port on a Dark Evening
Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore,Night on the ocean settles dark and mute,Save where is heard the repercussive roarOf drowsy billows on the rugged footOf rocks remote; or still more distant toneOf seamen in the anchored bark that tellThe watch relieved; or one deep voice aloneSinging the hour, and bidding "Strike the bell!"
All is black shadow but the lucid lineMarked by the light surf on the level sand,Or where afar the ship-lights faintly shineLike wandering fairy fires, that oft on landMisled the pilgrim--such the dubious rayThat wavering reason lends in life's long darkling way.
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