VII.

One day, all summer in the sky, A happy crew came gliding by, With songs of mirth, and looks of glee-- A human sunbeam o'er the sea! "O Warder of the Beacon," cried A noble youth, the helm beside, "This summer-day how canst thou bear To guard thy smileless rock alone, And through the hum of Nature hear No heart-beat, save thine own?"