Despised,
Despised and broken,
    with all her charm
Neglected and chained,
Held fast and anchored to the wave,
    anchored to love the storm and the tempest.

And I, the shore, could not joyfully receive her,

Watching from the distance
    the lighthouse cannot unleash her,
The lighthouse cries helplessly within,
    and the sands of the shore are wetted and shifted by the ebbing and flowing tides,
        most violent with the proximate storm,

Stream forth light,
    and call in vain,
        for now all else in life seems vanity,
            vanity in despair,

Stream forth light,
    and perhaps the torment will seem less lovable,
        and she shall loosen the chains,
            and find shore,
    and perhaps she may find light in her torment,
        and think it lovely to anguish,
            and stray forevermore,

The unbroken silence,
    the unregarded lighthouse,
    the unregarded shore,

Despised,
Despised and broken,
    by all her charm
Neglected and chained,
Held fast and anchored to her wave,
    anchored to love her in storm and tempest