ON THE LIGHTHOUSE AT ANTIBES.

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 thy 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.