Emma Lazarus - Long Island Sound lyrics

I see it as it looked one afternoon In August,--by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon. A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon. The shining waters with pale currents strewn, The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove, The semi-circle of its dark, green grove. The luminous gra**es, the merry sun In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide Light summer clouds fantastical as sleep Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon All these fair sounds and sights I made my own.