A solitary tower guards the great rock-rim
Of stone, the granite cliff, and there a
Salt sea bends its emerald waves,
And fills the chasm-valley where
No treasures are, but empty shells,
All filled the night-long emptiness,
No bird-song echoes there,
The mist-wind meets the sail,
And restless spirits murmur, feverish,
Sea-breakers mourn incessantly,
The tower is still,
Brave watchman for
The dawn.