The Sandpiper
1 Across the lonely beach we flit,
2 One little sandpiper and I;
3 And fast I gather, bit by bit,
4 The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry.
5 The wild waves reach their hands for it,
6 The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,
7 As up and down the beach we flit,
8 One little sandpiper and I.
9 Above our heads the sullen clouds
10 Scud, black and swift, across the sky;
11 Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds
12 Stand out the white lighthouses high.
13 Almost as far as eye can reach
14 I see the close-reefed vessels fly,
15 As fast we flit along the beach—
16 One little sandpiper and I.
17 I watch him as he skims along,
18 Uttering his sweet and mournful cry;
19 He starts not at my fitful song,
20 Or flash of fluttering drapery.
21 He has no thought of any wrong;
22 He scans me with a fearless eye.
23 Staunch friends are we, well tried and strong,
24 The little sandpiper and I.
25 Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night
26 When the loosed storm breaks furiously?
27 My driftwood fire will burn so bright!
28 To what warm shelter canst thou fly?
29 I do not fear for thee, though wroth
30 The tempest rushes through the sky:
31 For are we not God’s children both,
32 Thou, little sandpiper, and I?
What does the simile in the second stanza (lines 9-16) suggest about the lighthouse?