“AT DAYBREAK, ON THE BLEAK SEA BEACH,
A FISHERMAN STOOD AGHAST.”
In Kingsley’s poem, “three fishermen sailed away to the West,” thinking of their much-loved home; “three wives sat weeping in the lighthouse tower.”
“Three corses lay out on the shining sands
In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
And the women are weeping and wringing their hands
For those who will never come home to the town;
For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it’s over the sooner to sleep;
And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.”
