“…And the moon rose o’er the city,
Behind the dark church-tower.
I saw her bright reflection
In the waters under me,
Like a golden goblet falling
And sinking into the sea…”
H. W. Longfellow, The Bridge, 1847
City Dreams
“…And the moon rose o’er the city,
Behind the dark church-tower.
I saw her bright reflection
In the waters under me,
Like a golden goblet falling
And sinking into the sea…”
H. W. Longfellow, The Bridge, 1847