Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Crossing the Bar
Twinkling by the Bay
Continuous as the stars that shine|
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud
Beneath the Night
So the day grew old about them and the joy of their desire,|
And eve and the sunset came, and faint grew the sunset fire,
And the shadowless death of the day was sweet in the golden tide;
But the stars shone forth on the world, and the twilight changed and died;
And sure if the first of man-folk had been born to that starry night,
And had heard no tale of the sunrise, he had never longed for the light:
But Earth longed amidst her slumber, as 'neath the night she lay,
And fresh and all abundant abode the deeds of Day.
The Story of Sigurd the Volsung, 1876
Lights Around the Shore
I have been here before,|
But when or how I cannot tell;
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
-Dante Gabriel Rossetti,
Sudden Light, 1881
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pictures from the city by the bay