There was a time when night ringed day,

Night ringed my isles, and an unquiet sleep

lapped the shoreline all night deep

       And the song was sung.

I used to watch the wavelight going

And feel blood slowing across the cold,

Forget a time when rocks turned gold

      Or dusk grew young . . .

Yet, sundown westwards was a dawning east.

No more I wake up melancholy

For you have made my sleep so holy

       By your double rays

That we’ve compressed the night with hope

And kissed the silence into song

And linked our rippled isles so strong

        Warm blood wins always.