Many Many Moons/The Fog-Bell

by Lew Sarett

THE FOG-BELL

All the long night, all the long day, When the thick gray fogs of the sea were rolling,Where combers boom in the leaden gloom, I heard the lugubrious fog-bell tolling.

All the long night, all the long day, With a sullen song and a voice grown weary,The slow-tongued bell at each long low swell, Complained of a life abysmally dreary.

All the long night, all the long day, Rest from the tides! was the theme of her moaning;But the thin-lipped surge, a pitiless urge, Cracked his white lash and jeered at her groaning.