• Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than mast-hemmed Manhattan?
    River and sunset and scallop-edged waves of flood-tide?
    The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and the belated lighter?

    Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!
    Frolic on, crested and scallop-edged waves!
    Gorgeous...

  • A Granite cliff on either shore,
      A highway poised in air;
    Above, the wheels of traffic roar,
      Below, the fleets sail fair;—
    And in and out forevermore,
    The surging tides of ocean pour,
    And past the towers the white gulls soar,
      And winds the sea-clouds bear.

    O peerless this majestic street,
      This road that leaps the...