• Song rose to fill the sky. Only how many more marks there must be. Before my time is done, and I may leave. This rocky tower for the blue blue sea.” I often wonder if these men ever, ever know. As their ship is dashed on the rocks below. That I do not hate them. Nay, I love them so . . .These men who come, and yet too quickly go. For it is lonely here day after passing day. Watching my only joy slip away. Beneath the waves as I turn to lay And turn to save the drowning men that I- With my beauty which so pleased their eye. And the voice that lured them to my side- Have broken and condemned to die.. My hand upon that rock so I do not sway.