All night, fog-bound in murky seas we rode
Off perilous capes and nameless coasts of dread,
Our vague lights seeking, like dim ghosts in red,
The pallid regions round our dusk abode;
The moonless tides beneath us ebbed and flowed;
And unseen ships that bolder steered ahead
Shrieked weird and far, like voices of the dead,
And all night long we answered where we rode.

But with the morn the sun came vast and round,
And winds came golden o'er the wide blue sea,
And, weighing anchor in a world of light,
We scudded down the main and made the sound
And marked the port, our city of the free,
Low on the purple sky, secure and bright.