Classic Poem

I saw my lodge whelmed in a sea of cloud
When I looked back at it. Across the Bay.
The boat starts cautiously this dismal day,
Answering hoarse signals with blast sharp and loud.
Now on by Robbins Reef bell she has plowed
Into a more impenetrable gray,
Out of which looms and glooms and fades away
An ocean liner dark and stately prowed.
By shadowy masts of ghostly craft we glide,
Sounding reply to warnings near and far;
By Castle Williams, grim and cavern-eyed,
Asleep and dreaming of a mighty war;
Then the murk landing. In the eventide
My home-light glows a mellow opal star.