Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Summer Day by the Sea
The sun is set; and in his latest beams
       &nbsp Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
       &nbsp Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
       &nbsp The falling mantle of the Prophet seems.
From the dim headlands many a lighthouse gleams,
       &nbsp The street-lamps of the ocean; and behold,
       &nbsp O'erhead the banners of the night unfold;
       &nbsp The day hath passed into the land of dreams.
O summer day beside the joyous sea!
       &nbsp O summer day so wonderful and white,
       &nbsp So full of gladness and so full of pain!
Forever and forever shalt thou be
       &nbsp To some the gravestone of a dead delight,
       &nbsp To some the landmark of a new domain.