Restless the soul, and
Could it only be
That paddles, with hand
Lamentation's sea!
But rides out what in
Ocean-swells faced are.
Nor has to tax faith's
Harbour light and star.
Despair is at how
Many fathoms the cave
Of resting for wrecks
That grieving did brave?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem