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.