Amidst the dawning, blushed and summer stained,
upon the ocean water's western reach-
A-sail, ashimmer, wind wrought roamed
a clear and crestless crowd of mingled masts.
Like needles, steeples stabbing upward soft,
each firm and fair against the wild breeze.
They pierce the sea, its many summoned swells,
and even break, the pure and pleasent sky!
Yet calm they stand; Blissful kindly calm
they kiss the cloudless, blue and waking morn.
Like Redwoods reaching, timbered tall and proud,
adorned in satin, dripping winter white
and whispering warm upon the wayward wind-
In splendid glory, each did awe demand.
Their might unmatched, yet humble, mighty so!
They countless stand, a crowd afar and near,
adrift- of bow and stern, and silken sail.
So humble yet, ascending stiking strong.
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