The Lighthouse (a romance)
The flashing beam of the holy eye
Commanding the coast
Sweeps the sea and cries with Light:
'Be cautious, O Traveller!
The snarling waves about your prow
Are not so great a threat
As the devil’s teeth
Gnashing against my feet!
Steer wide. Steer strongly.
Keep your charted course
Far from the briny jaws
Howling for meat upon my fierce rocks.
Wipe the spray from your eyes
And look again – for one second keenly.
See me! See me! I am old and feeble
But I'm here. I'm here!'
Cynthia Buell Thomas 1996