This is my hour, - when wonder springs anew To see the towers ascending, pale and high, And the long seaward distances of blue, And the dim sky. The city like a shadowed castle stands, Its turrets indistinctly touching night Like earth-born stars far fetched from faerie lands, Its lamps are bright. I The ferries ply like shuttles in a loom, And many barques come in across the bay To lights and bells that signal through the gloom Of twilight gray And like the brown soft flutter of the snow The wide-winged sea-birds droop from closing skies, And hover near the water, circling low, As the day dies.
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