Calais Beacon
(to e. s.)
For long before we came upon the coast and the line of the surge,
Pale on the uttermost verge,
We saw the great white rays that lay along the air on
high
Between us and the sky.
So soft they lay, so pure and still: "Those are the
ways," you said,
"Only the angels tread;"
And long we watched them tremble past the hurrying
rush of the train
Over the starlit plain.
Until at last we saw the strange, pallid electrical star
Burning wanly afar:
The lighthouse beacon sending out its rays on either
hand.
Over the sea and the land.
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