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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed.  The Book of New York Verse.  1917.
New York Harbor
By Park Benjamin
          Written in view of the harbor of New York on the loveliest and calmest of the last days of autumn.

IS this a painting? Are those pictured clouds
  Which on the sky so movelessly repose?
Has some rare artist fashioned forth the shrouds
  Of yonder vessel? Are these imaged shows
Of outline, figure, form, or is there life—        5
  Life with a thousand pulses—in the scene
  We gaze upon, those towering banks between,
Ere tossed these billows in tumultuous strife?
Billows! there’s not a wave! the waters spread
  One broad, unbroken mirror! all around        10
  Is hushed to silence,—silence so profound
That a bird’s carol, or an arrow sped
  Into the distance, would, like larum bell,
  Jar the deep stillness and dissolve the spell!

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