Two Twilights

<SPAN name="chap033"></SPAN> <h3> HIGH ISLAND </h3> <p class="poem"> Pleasant it was at shut of day,<br/> When wind and wave had sunk away,<br/> To hear, as on the rocks we lay,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">The fog bell toll;</SPAN><br/> And grimly through the gathering night<br/> The horn's dull blare from Faulkner's Light,<br/> Snuffed out by ghostly fingers white<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">That round it stole.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> Somewhere behind its curtain, soon<br/> The mist grew conscious of a moon:<br/> No more we heard the diving loon<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Scream from the spray;</SPAN><br/> But seated round our drift-wood fire<br/> Watched the red sparks rise high and higher,<br/> Then, wandering into night, expire<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">And pass away.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> Down the dark wood, the pines among,<br/> A lurid glare the firelight flung;<br/> So for a while we talked and sung,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">And then to sleep;</SPAN><br/> And heard in dreams the light-house bell,<br/> As all night long in solemn swell<br/> The tidal waters rose and fell<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">With soundings deep.</SPAN><br/></p> <br/><br/><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />