Featherstone's Doom

TWIST thou and twine! in light and gloom

  A spell is on thine hand;

The wind shall be thy changeful loom,

  Thy web the shifting sand.

Twine from this hour, in ceaseless toil,

  On Blackrock’s sullen shore;

Till cordage of the sand shall coil

  Where crested surges roar.

’T is for that hour when from the wave

  Near voices wildly cried;

When thy stern hand no succor gave,

  The cable at thy side.

Twist thou and twine! in light and gloom

  The spell is on thine hand;

The wind shall be thy changeful loom,

  Thy web the shifting sand.