Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LIGHTKEEPER, by HENRY CHAPPELL First Line: Above, below, how the wild winds go Last Line: Might strike and shuddering die. Subject(s): Death; Rest; Silence; Dead, The | ||||||||
ABOVE, below, How the wild winds go And wrest at my ocean tower; But safe stand I 'twixt sea and sky And laugh at their puny power. They lash with might the breakers white That fret at my castle keep, His long race done the fiery sun Sinks in the west to sleep. I mark the flight of the wings of night, Close o'er the restless sea, And hear the knell of the wave-swung bell, In its ceaseless monody, Sowing the brine with jewels divine The Night Queen rises lone, And my turret light so clear and bright Grows pale before her own. When the storm-god glides o'er the raging tides And night lowers chill and black, I send my beam with fiery gleam Thro' the driving mist and wrack, Now red, now white, athwart the night My warning flashes fly Where in the dark the labouring bark Might strike and shuddering die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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