My windows open to the autumn night

My windows open to the autumn night, In vain I watched for sleep to visit me: How should sleep dull mine ears, and dim my sight, Who saw the stars, and listened to the sea?

Ah, how the City of our God is fair! If, without sea, and starless though it be, For joy of the majestic beauty there, Men shall not miss the stars, nor mourn the sea.