Battered, wave-swept, you rise from the dark sea -
A lonely photographic silhouette;
On dangerous rock you stand while sun doth set.
No life outside your walls your keepers see,
Save seagulls in full flight, soar gracefully.
O'er watery graves their croaks and screams are met
By disembodied spirits from their crypt -
Their pitiful wails rising by degree.
Your brilliant light shines brightly from the shore,
Your diaphonic notes sound loud and clear;
A trusted friend mid the storm's angry roar,
Tide-swept boats from dangerous rocks you steer.
A source of peace and majesty you stand,
Oh, lighthouse, pride and splendour of the land.