Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
New York HarborPark Benjamin
I
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—
Life with a thousand pulses—in the scene
We gaze upon, those towering banks between,
Ere tossed these billows in tumultuous strife?
One broad, unbroken mirror! all around
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!