George Sterling - The Fog-Sea lyrics

The morning is ten thousand miles away. The winter night surrounds me, vast and cold, Without a star. The voiceless fog is rolled From ocean-levels desolate and grey; But over all the floods of moonlight lay A glory on those billows that enfold The muffled sea and forest. Gaunt and old, The dripping redwoods wait the distant day. Unknown, above, what silver-dripping waves Break slowly on the purple reefs of night! What radiant foam ascends from shadowy bars, Or sinks unechoing to soundless caves! No whisper is upon those tides of light, Setting in silence toward the risen stars.