There was not even a whisper of dawn <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Darkness seemed to cover the blanket sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My duties to the light were now complete <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I settled down for my sparse breakfast <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I drank my limpid warm tea<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I thought about my coastal home <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of my parents and their dog <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Had the sun risen there I wondered<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or was it as dark as it was here <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I could hear my colleague stirring <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I put the kettle back on the stove <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Although I neither liked him or disliked him <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We shared our duties efficiently and without argument <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rosen was a quiet God fearing type of man from Whitby <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And was over fifteen years my senior <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He neither drank or smoked <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And had a Sea Bible in his quarters <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think I irritated him with my artistic personality<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I sketched a great deal and painted using water <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But he kept his views to himself and even gave me his penknife <\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the occasion of my twenty-fifth birthday <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked out of the window and found it still unusually dark <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even though we were nearing the eighth hour of the day <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This spooked me as even on the poorest of days <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grey daylight would have been faintly visible <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I opened the door into a moderate wind <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And apart from the illumination of the outside light <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I could not see anything due to the suffocating darkness <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This said I could still hear the waves and the mermaids on the rocks <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which brought me a great feeling of comfort <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stanhope Light <\/p>\n\n\n\n
25th January 1929 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
William Fawkes <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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