Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire - nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus — the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink — goats and monkeys, with such hair too! — so the countess passed on until she came through the little park, where Niobe presented her with a cabinet, and so departed.

Burbank crossed a little bridge
Descending at a small hotel;
Princess Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.

Defunctive music under sea
Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the God Hercules
Had left him, that had loved him well.

The horses, under the axletree
Beat up the dawn from Istria
With even feet. Her shuttered barge
Burned on the water all the day.

But this or such was Bleistein's way:
A saggy bending of the knees
And elbows, with the palms turned out,
Chicago Semite Viennese.

A lustreless protrusive eye
Stares from the protozoic slime
At a perspective of Canaletto.
The smoky candle end of time

Declines. On the Rialto once.
The rats are underneath the piles.
The Jew is underneath the lot.
Money in furs. The boatman smiles,

Princess Volupine extends
A meagre, blue-nailed, phthisic hand
To climb the waterstair. Lights, lights,
She entertains Sir Ferdinand

Klein. Who clipped the lion's wings
And flea'd his rump and pared his claws?
Thought Burbank, meditating on
Time's ruins, and the seven laws.

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