LAST night I saw a city by the sea, <br />Outlined in sparks of fire; <br />Those wreathed lamps made all a fantasy - <br />Arch, dome and spire. <br /> <br />I saw above the waters pale and gray, <br />The pale moon stand, <br />I heard, but faint and sweet and far away, <br />A martial band. <br /> <br />The distant voices in the streets, the sound <br />Of laughter from the towers <br />Made where we swam the solitude profound: <br />The sea was ours.<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/easton-s-beach/
