Eftsoons unto Lachesis golden-tired spake he:
“Uplift thou thine hands, and swear in sincerity
The Gods’ great Oath, and pledge thee with Kronos’ Son
That the isle that shall be sent up into heaven’s light
Shall be mine head’s guerdon of honour while time shall run.”
And the word of truth that from Lachesis’ lips took flight
Was fulfilled in the end. Grew up, as a flower blooms bright,
That isle from the roUing darkness of water won.