Francis Scott Key

On the shore

"On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deepWhere the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposesWhat is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steepAs it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beamIn full glory reflected now shines in the stream'Tis the star-spangled banner!… Continue reading On the shore