Island of emptiness
chosen for me.
Land of lost loneliness
circled by sea.
Born to be buried here,
soulless in soil,
after a lifetime
of trouble and toil.
Far from the mainland
Of continent cruel,
breathing the beautiful
breezes so cool.
Land fit for heroes,
where heroes no more
sail ‘cross the ocean
from shoreline to shore.
Island all covered
by clothing of clouds.
Swaddled and shadowed
by storm-surging shrouds.
Conquered by conqueror,
conquered no more.
Island of liberty,
king here is law!
Island of paradise,
home of the blest,
poets and poetry,
romance and rest.
Outpost of empire,
where saviour once trod
as child, (penned the poet)
with Mother of God!
Island of emptiness,
chosen for me.
Land of lost loneliness
circled by sea.