I tarry for the ceasing of the centuries.
Sostratus the Cnidian built me,
He built me that there might be thrown
Across the rolling waters,
And through the darkness where lurketh destruction,
A rebuke to the lovely vanity of the stars.
After the Lighthouse, the Colossus at Rhodes:
I am the true Lighthouse.
Rhodes lies at my threshold.
Before the steadfast gaze of my unsleeping eyes