When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. —Walt Whitman
Just before noon Thursday morning, the Gay Head Light began to depart the spot where it has stood for 159 years. The Island’s oldest lighthouse is now headed for a new home about 175 feet from the eroding clay cliffs to the west.