The Faun said to his shadow, "How can I dance or play 
When never an Oread beckons me at dawning of the day? 
When never an Oread, rosy-limbed, laughs through the living grass 
Or leans adown the river-bank to make the stream her glass?" 

The Faun said to his shadow, "The days are over-long, 
The very ousel-cock begins to pipe a sadder song—
Oh, short sweet days of summer, would that I slept with you 
In your nest lined warm with faded flowers, old kisses and lost dew! 

Oh, faded flowers of fennel, that will not bloom again 
For any south wind's calling, for any magic rain — 
What gold is left in all the world, what gold for me to win? 
What shadows worth the hiding in, what sorrow worth the sin? 

And you, O dear dead Oreads, I would not have you back, 
For the world's old, and the world's cold, and love is turned to lack. 
Better for me to leave these fields forlorn, these meadows gray, 
And follow your fading footsteps upon the sunless way — 
And find — who knows what a Faun may find beyond the night and day?"

The wind it howled, the sea it raged, a storm of fury brewed
Off Farne Islands, a ship in peril, on jagged rocks it skewed
The cries for help, they pierced the night, a desperate, mournful plea
But hope remained, a flickering flame, for Grace, the lighthouse key

Grace Darling, daughter of the light, with courage in her soul
She faced the fury, dark and wild, to reach that wretched shoal
Her father by her side, they rowed, a tiny boat so frail
Against the crashing waves they fought, a daring, selfless tale

The lighthouse beam, a guiding star, cut through the inky night
Grace, with steady hand, she steered, a beacon shining bright
Her heart, though filled with fear, it burned with an unyielding fire
To save those clinging to the wreck, a noble, brave desire

Nine souls they saved from ocean's grasp, a victory hard won
Their bravery etched in history, a deed that will be sung
A lighthouse keeper's daughter bold, a legend of the sea
Her name a testament to strength, for all eternity

So raise a glass to Grace Darling, the heroine of the storm
May her courage ever light our way, and keep us safe and warm