| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | On the Bay | | By Richard Watson Gilder |
| | | THIS watery vague how vast! This misty globe, | |
| Seen from this center where the ferry plies,— | |
| It plies, but seems to poise in middle air,— | |
| Soft gray below gray heavens, and in the West | |
| A rose-gray memory of the sunken sun; | 5 |
| And, where gray water touches grayer sky, | |
| A band of darker gray pricked out with lights,— | |
| A diamond-twinkling circlet bounding all; | |
| And where the statue looms, a quenchless star; | |
| And where the lighthouse, a red, pulsing flame; | 10 |
| While the great bridge its starry diadem | |
| Shows through the gray, itself in grayness lost! | | | | |
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