MY name is Light. I am seventy cubits high. Ever I watch the unbridled waters beat, A steadfast beacon. Under my huge feet Lies Rhodes. My never-sleeping eyes descry The snow-capt hills whereon the eagles fly. The vast wheels of the star-led seasons fleet; Man lives and dies; the moon-drawn tides retreat; Fresh bales for barter on the flat wharves lie; Day shines; the tempest slumbers or shows ire; Warder of the blue vast I stand alway A fixéd sentinel for ever ware; Nor dawn nor twilight can these eyeballs tire That watch sails fill, and waves like hounds that bay, In the deep trance of my Colossal stare. |