The incense of supplication which rises to my feet
Trembles with terror and affright;
The slope of my brow doth touch the axis of the world;
The tempest speaketh with me before he troubles the waters;
I endure without age;
I exist without pang;
Unto me one thing only is impossible—
To die.
After Jupiter, from the island of Pharos sounds the voice of the great Lighthouse:
In the midst of the mighty waters