A soft-breasted bird from the sea
Fell in love with the light-house flame;
And it wheeled round the tower on its airiest wing,
And floated and cried like a lovelorn thing;
It brooded all day and it fluttered all night,
But could win no look from the steadfast light. For the flame had its heart afar, --
Afar with the ships at sea;
It was thinking of children and waiting wives,
And darkness and danger to sailor's lives;
But the bird had its tender bosom pressed
On the glass where at last it dashed its breast. The light only flickered, the brighter to glow;
But the bird lay dead on the rocks below.