Making the darkness subtly fair,
And know the door is open still,
We can endure it with goodwill.
THE LIGHTHOUSE
HIGH lifted on the island cliff
Its lantern fronts the sea,
And sendeth forth a fine, straight ray
Of dazzling light to me—
Making the darkness subtly fair,
And know the door is open still,
We can endure it with goodwill.
HIGH lifted on the island cliff
Its lantern fronts the sea,
And sendeth forth a fine, straight ray
Of dazzling light to me—