<h2>A FOGGY MORNING.</h2>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Seaward driving, like a shriving</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Gray monk cloaked in gray,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thro' the crowded ship-enshrouded,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Buoy-bound reaches of the bay;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Misty moving phantoms proving</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Vessels creeping slowly past.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hark! the droning fog-horn moaning</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">From the steamer looming vast;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bell-buoy telling when the swelling</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Swell of ocean rocks its boat</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the ledge's granite edges</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Threaten ships that overfloat;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Canvas dripping, dew streams slipping</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Down the black and swollen gear;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Helmsman peering at the steering</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Compass thro' a watery blear;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Topsails dimming in the swimming</span><br/>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</SPAN></span></p>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Vapor sea that floats o'erhead,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the singing seaman swinging</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Constantly the pilot lead;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sun uprising with surprising</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mystic glory haunts the shroud,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Red and rolling thro' the shoaling</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Eastward verges of the cloud;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Spars uplifting on the shifting</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Billows of the fading mist</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Seem suspended on extended</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Rippling ropes of amethyst;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Day-star bursting, hotly thirsting,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Drains the fog with fervid lips;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sunlight flashing shows us dashing</span><br/>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</SPAN></span></p>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Past the port, the town, the ships.</span><br/>
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