I'll build a solid, tower here

Where sea has bared the stone,

Where salt would not let live

The seed that I had sown.

Knowing the sharp thrust nerves,

The storm of blood, the shock,

I'll bind the walls with iron,

And build with squared rock.

Remembering many a golden name

That is spoken of no more,

Knowing what I know now,

I'll carve above the door:

"One who went before you,

Loving life and all its pain,

Built this tower to celebrate

Death's defeat again."