Before they entered Poldau night had fallen, and the long yellow beams from the powerful Phare glanced out across the sullen waters and the level land.
"One Woman's Life"
Robert Herrick
The lamp in the Phare went out: it was dawn.
"One Woman's Life"
Robert Herrick
That memory set him staring out of the big balconied window of his room, over the wide French lagoon, past the barrier of sandhills with their pointing Phare, to where, miles away, the irregular white line of the Atlantic rollers crashed and spouted on the reefs.
"The Disturbing Charm"
Berta Ruck