On the neighbouring shore the fires from the foundry chimneys burning high in the night.
Or again:
I too, many and many a time crossed the harbour of old.
Watched the seagulls....
Saw the slow-wheeling circles and the gradual edging in towards the south.
Saw the reflection of the summer sky in the water.
Had my eyes dazzled by the shimmering track of beams.
Looked towards the lower bay to notice the vessels arriving.
Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me.
Saw the white sails of schooners and sloops, saw the ships at anchor....