TWIN LIGHTS.
Out where the sirens laugh,
And winds make faces at the moon,
When cloud-wrack, glooming from the East,
Comes swaying on the blast,
And tides are babbling long-forgotten lore,
While dead men’s cups brim high,
And clash and spill about the keel;
’Tis then you blaze a road of fire
For frail and puny folk who fear the dark,
And sweep the dreams from blinded eyes,
That so the ships that chariot the deep
May learn of safety where the green bill preens her feathers, thin and light,
To breast the gale,
And wonders at the clumsy, strange device of man.