Lake Michigan at Night
The lazy ships all lazy lie, Quiet against the quiet sky. The little silver ship-lights make A play of wonder on the lake. A mist of smoke that blurs the air Is washed with silver everywhere: The silver moon, a silvering rose, Upon the silvered water glows. Each window on the avenue Hangs out a star for me and you. The silvery winds of dusk awake A flute of silver on the lake.