Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — Elegiac

Dark is the morning with mist; in the narrow mouth of the harbor        &nbsp Motionless lies the sea, under its curtain of cloud; Dreamily glimmer the sails of ships on the distant horizon,        &nbsp Like to the towers of a town, built on the verge of the sea. Slowly and stately and still, they sail forth into the ocean;        &nbsp With them sail my thoughts over the limitless deep, Farther and farther away, borne on by unsatisfied longings,        &nbsp Unto Hesperian isles, unto Ausonian shores. Now they have vanished away, have disappeared in the ocean;        &nbsp Sunk are the towers of the town into the depths of the sea! AU have vanished but those that, moored in the neighboring roadstead,        &nbsp Sailless at anchor ride, looming so large in the mist. Vanished, too, are the thoughts, the dim, unsatisfied longings;        &nbsp Sunk are the turrets of cloud into the ocean of dreams; While in a haven of rest my heart is riding at anchor,        &nbsp Held by the chains of love, held by the anchors of trust!