And Thee, across the harbor, silver-paced As though the sun took step of thee, yet left Some motion ever unspent in thy stride, Implicitly thy freedom staying thee!
The Bridge. In The Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, by Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair (1988)
His thoughts, delivered to me From the white coverlet and pillow, I see now, were inheritances Delicate riders of the storm.Hart Crane
There are no stars to-night But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose girdle of soft rain.Hart Crane