A stormy light of sunset glows and glares 
Between two banks of cloud, and o'er the brine 
Thy fair lamp on the sky's carnation line 
Alone on the lone promontory flares: 
Friend of the Fisher who at nightfall fares 
Where lurk false reefs masked by the hyaline 
Of dimpling waves, within whose smile divine 
Death lies in wait behind Circean snares. 

The evening knows thee ere the evening star; 
Or sees that flame sole Regent of the bight, 
When storm, hoarse rumoured by the hills afar, 
Makes mariners steer landward by thy light, 
Which shows through shock of hostile nature's war 
How man keeps watch o'er man through deadliest night.