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Corbiere at Dawn
The mellow early morning sun
And birdsong heralds day begun,
Yet over cliffs, the gull's stark cry
Greets the mist enshrouded sky,
As waves awake in sudden anger,
As if in fitful start from languor.
The sea is breaking on the rocks,
In sequence of spray sundered shocks,
And blue, grey, pink become as one
And yet the ocean has not won,
For firm above, a tower stands,
Unmoved amidst the shifting sands,
Unbowed by raging tidal eddy,
But brightly shining, always ready
To warn of hidden danger in the deeps,
The lighthouse always wakes, and never sleeps
[16/06/92