Lo, from some mysterious gateway of the night
I lift unto heaven my stair of terror,
And out of the darkness itself seemeth it that I am builded.
The sphinxes dropped their broods in the caverns;
The centuries went by; the winds passed sighing;
And Cheops said again: I am eternal!
Then, after a profound silence, the creeping worm of the sepulchre lifteth up his voice:
I say unto you Buildings that ye rise, and arise still more!
Set ye up a stone above a stone,
Above cities lift yourselves up, O temples!