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.