Stay no longer by strands clouded with somnolence
Turn your eyes and your wild soul where the tide roars
The waves, calling echoes, will haul our silver galleons
Gloriously wailing with the gale-might of a stormy sea.
Will you not heed the summons of rising waters?
Will you not seek the white sails of great ships awaiting?
Does your heart not yearn still for the murmuring depths,
For the towering waves where all distance is conquered?