At the end of our streets is sunrise; <br />At the end of our streets are spars; <br />At the end of our streets is sunset; <br />At the end of our streets the stars. <br /> <br /> <br />Ever the winds of morning <br />Are cool from the flashing sea- <br />Flowing swift from our ocean, <br />Till the fog-dunes crumble and flee. <br /> <br />Slender spars in the offing, <br />Mast and yard in the slips- <br />How they tell on the azure <br />Of the sea-contending ships! <br /> <br />Homeward into the sunset <br />Sill unwearied we go, <br />Till the northern hills are misty <br />With the amber of afterglow. <br /> <br />Stars that sink to our ocean, <br />Winds that visit our strand, <br />The heavens are your pathway, <br />Where is a gladder land! <br /> <br />At the end of our streets is sunrise; <br />At the end of our streets are spars; <br />At the end of our streets is sunset; <br />At the end of our streets the stars.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-city-by-the-sea-san-francisco/
