| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893. | | | | In the Harbor | | Chimes |
| | | SWEET chimes! that in the loneliness of night | |
| Salute the passing hour, and in the dark | |
| And silent chambers of the household mark | |
| The movements of the myriad orbs of light! | |
| Through my closed eyelids, by the inner sight, | 5 |
| I see the constellations in the are | |
| Of their great circles moving on, and hark! | |
| I almost hear them singing in their flight. | |
| Better than sleep it is to lie awake, | |
| O’er-canopied by the vast starry dome | 10 |
| Of the immeasurable sky; to feel | |
| The slumbering world sink under us, and make | |
| Hardly an eddy,—a mere rush of foam | |
| On the great sea beneath a sinking keel. | | | | |
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