Eventide
By Edmund Clarence Stedman
The sunset fires old Portsmouth spires,
Out creeps the ebbing tide;
Beyond the battery-point I see
A glimmering schooner glide;
White flares the turning Whale-back light,
The silent ground-swell rolls;
Low and afar shines one red star
Above the Isles of Shoals.
1888
Source Book
Poems now first collected:
by Edmund Clarence Stedman
Copyright 1897
Published by Houghton, Mifflin And Company
Boston And New York
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