Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night <br />Salute the passing hour, and in the dark <br />And silent chambers of the household mark <br />The movements of the myriad orbs of light! <br />Through my closed eyelids, by the inner sight, <br />I see the constellations in the arc <br />Of their great circles moving on, and hark! <br />I almost hear them singing in their flight. <br />Better than sleep it is to lie awake, <br />O'er-canopied by the vast starry dome <br />Of the immeasurable sky; to feel <br />The slumbering world sink under us, and make <br />Hardly an eddy,--a mere rush of foam <br />On the great sea beneath a sinking keel.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-harbour-chimes/
