Listen to the whole of old watchman
To experience a solitude of midnight.
His stick taps are Himalaya episodes.
He sounds hollow earth under road
For rumbles like ancient mountains ,
Whose solitude he lives out by taps.
Listen simultaneous whistles issuing
From lonely Himalayan gorges home
Where calm is solitude heard in mind.
Be a light house keeper by lonely sea
To feel a night of solitude imported
From far off lands by lights of a ship.