There it stands <br />on the edge of the sands, <br />washed by spray <br />all night and day, <br />the old lighthouse, <br />empty and still, <br />echoes shrill <br />with the sounds <br />of screaming seabirds. <br /> <br />Never more at night <br />will its beam of light, <br />powerful and bright, <br />sweep the sea. <br />Never more; <br />for it is dead and gone, <br />and near the shore <br />the lighthouse <br />stands forlorn.<br /><br />Tan Pratonix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-lighthouse/
