14 January 1839 – 20 January 1839

The prospect of our river valley from Tahatawan Cliff appeared to me again in my dreams. Last night, as I lay gazing with shut eyes Into the golden land of dreams, I thought I gazed adown a quiet reach Of land and water prospect, Whose low beach Was peopled with the now subsiding hum Of happy industry, whose work is done. And as I turned me on my pillow o'er, I heard the lapse of waves upon the shore, Distinct as it had been at broad noonday, And I were wandering at Rockaway.