Written Near a port on a dark evening

  • Posted on: 27 December 2010
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Charlotte Smith “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 roar    Of drowsy billows on the rugged footOf rocks remote; or still more distant tone    Of 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 line    Marked by the light surf on the level sand,Or where afar the ship-lights faintly shine    Like wandering fairy fires, that oft on landMisled the Pilgrim - such the dubious rayThat wavering reason lends in life's long darkling way.