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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written near a Port on a Dark Evening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">o </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore, <br>Night on the ocean settles dark and mute, <br>Save where is heard the repercussive roar <br>Of drowsy billows on the rugged foot <br>Of rocks remote; or still more distant tone <br>Of seamen in the anchored bark that tell <br>The watch relieved; or one deep voice alone <br>Singing the hour, and bidding "Strike the bell!" </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All is black shadow but the lucid line <br>Marked by the light surf on the level sand, <br>Or where afar the ship-lights faintly shine <br>Like wandering fairy fires, that oft on land <br>Misled the pilgrim--such the dubious ray <br>That wavering reason lends in life's long darkling way. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">o</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charlotte+Smith">Charlotte Smith</a></strong></div>