Apart and alone,
From where the ships dock,
Stands the white sentinel edifice on a promontory rock.
Like the land's index finger,
At the extent of the sea,
Warning passing vessels where it's safe to be.
It's one luminous eye,
Swivels around its clear head,
To keep lucky sailors off the seabed.
It seeks no credit,
And needs no thanks,
Saluting proudly from above the fog banks.
