Against the castle's flanking tower
Wild beats the surging deep,
And there a watch at midnight hour
Would not submit to sleep:
All else lulled by the breaker's jar
In slumber calm reposed,
And as its lord was distant far
His castle gates were closed. But lo! a bark at dead of night
Alone doth swiftly glide
Beneath the tower from whence a light
Shines glimmering on the tide. And many a darksome night the bark,
As falls that hour, returns;
Through wind and wave its path to mark
The signal torch-light burns.