Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LIGHT-KEEPER, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The brilliant kernel of the night Last Line: Martyr to a salary. Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour Subject(s): Lighthouses | ||||||||
I The brilliant kernel of the night, The flaming lightroom circles me: I sit within a blaze of light Held high above the dusky sea. Far off the surf doth break and roar Along bleak miles of moonlit shore, Where through the tides the tumbling wave Falls in an avalanche of foam And drives its churned waters home Up many an undercliff and cave. The clear bell chimes: the clockworks strain, The turning lenses flash and pass, Frame turning within glittering frame With frosty gleam of moving glass: Unseen by me, each dusky hour The sea-waves welter up the tower Or in the ebb subside again; And ever and anon all night, Drawn from afar by charm of light, A sea bird beats against the pan. And lastly when dawn ends the night And belts the semi-orb of sea, The tall, pale pharos in the light Looks white and spectral as may be. The early ebb is out: the green Straight belt of seaweed now is seen, That round the basement of the tower Marks out the interspace of tide; And watching men are heavy-eyed, And sleepless lips are dry and sour. The night is over like a dream: The sea-birds cry and dip themselves: And in the early sunlight, steam The newly bared and dripping shelves, Around whose verge the glassy wave With lisping wash is heard to lave; While, on the white tower lifted high, The circling lenses flash and pass With yellow light in faded glass And sickly shine against the sky. II As the steady lenses circle With a frosty gleam of glass; And the clear bell chimes, And the oil brims over the lip of the burner, Quiet and still at his desk, The lonely Light-Keeper Holds his vigil. Lured from far, The bewildered seagull beats Dully against the lantern; Yet he stirs not, lifts not his head From the desk where he reads, Lifts not his eyes to see The chill blind circle of night Watching him through the panes. This is his country's guardian, The outmost sentry of peace. This is the man Who gives up that is lovely in living For the means to live. Poetry cunningly gilds The life of the Light-Keeper, Held on high in the blackness In the burning kernel of night, The seaman sees and blesses him, The Poet, deep in a sonnet, Numbers his inky fingers Fitly to praise him. Only we behold him, Sitting, patient and stolid, Martyr to a salary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HARBOR: 3. ARGUMENT by TOM SLEIGH THE LIGHTHOUSE by DEREK WALCOTT THE LIGHT KEEPER by CAROLYN FORCHE FLANNAN ISLE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON ON THE LIGHTHOUSE AT ANTIBES by MATHILDE BLIND ON THE BAY by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE LIGHTHOUSES; BAKER'S ISLAND by LUCY LARCOM THE LIGHTHOUSE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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