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Looking for a lighthouse keeper |
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Climb the hill and turn around |
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Fallen stones and railway sleepers |
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Are scattered like rice across the ground |
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Severed hands of seven hunters |
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Poised as if to draw a bow |
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Arrow loosed to tear asunder |
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Whistles to the earth |
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I'll collect the feathers from the three black birds |
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That scattered as we landed on St Stephen's day |
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The Hesperus has bought me here to try to find you |
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Drawn in by the blinded eye |
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Confounded by the fearful mess you left behind |
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Who could pass you by? |
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Has some raging serpent coiling |
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Dragged you from your posts |
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Bidden by a tempest to disturb your toiling work? |
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I don't believe it's so |
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Three good men were savaged by the same two things |
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That carried me to find them, on St Stephen's day |
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When I look upon |
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The shattered crane, |
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The battered rail, the severed chain |
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I know of no force so great |
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Save that which bore me here |
