Point Judith watches with eye of hawk;
Leagues south, thy beacon flames, Montauk!
"Lonely and wind-shorn, wood-forsaken,
With never a tree for Spring to waken,
For tryst of lovers or farewells taken,
"Circled by waters that never freeze,
Beaten by billow and swept by breeze,
Lieth the island of Manisees,
"Set at the mouth of the Sound to hold