II.

“Fading in the sunset smile-- Thus I left the Holy Isle;

Saw it slowly fade away, Through the mist of parting day;

Saw its ruins, grim and old, And its bastions, bathed in gold,

Rifted crag and snowy beach, Where the sea-gulls swoop and screech,

Vanish, and the shadows fall, To the lonely curlew’s call.

Fading in the sunset smile-- Thus I left the Holy Isle.