English poem
Ii
by Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
O'erhead, the iridescence of the stars, Ray blending softly with refulgent ray; Below, above the harbor's hidden bars, The crumbling iridescence of the spray.
Before, a beacon flashing level lines, Seemingly poised upon the far sea-verge; Behind, the night wind in the oaks and pines, Crooning in answer to the crooning surge.