In the days when the eternal hills go down,

That are rooted in the deep earth

And have outworn centuries, then shall I not pass.

When a strange race finds it's living

On the bread plains of this land, and the way

Of a mighty nation is forgotten to the world,

Still shall I move among you.

When the great city, whose foundations rest on Time,

Shall be as dust, and a word in men's mouths,

Then shall I still live in the hearts of men.

I am Beauty.