æt ðə lˈɛft hˈænd sˈaɪd ʌvðə bˈiːtʃ, lˈoʊ tˈaɪd ɹᵻvˈiːlz ɐ kˈɑːɹvɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ɐ ɹˈɑːk, ʃˈoʊɪŋ ɐ pˈɪktʃɚɹ əvə wˈʊmənz fˈeɪs, ænd ðɪ ɪnskɹˈɪpʃən "mˈɑːɹ nˌɑːt maɪ fˈeɪs bˌʌt lˈɛt mˌiː bˈiː, sᵻkjˈʊɹ ɪn ðɪs lˈoʊn kˈeɪv baɪ ðə sˈiː, lˈɛt ðə wˈaɪld wˈeɪvz ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː ɹˈoːɹ, kˈɪsɪŋ maɪ lˈɪps fɔːɹ ˌɛvɚmˈoːɹ".
At the left hand side of the beach, low tide reveals a carving into a rock, showing a picture of a woman's face, and the inscription "Mar not my face but let me be, Secure in this lone cave by the sea, Let the wild waves around me roar, Kissing my lips for evermore".