Along the quay, the great ships

Along the quay, the great ships

that the sea-swells tilt in silence,

take no notice of the cradles

rocked by the hands of women.

But the day of parting will come,

because women must weep

and curious men must be tempted

toward horizons that will delude them!

And that day, the great ships,

fleeing from the port that grows small,

will feel their mass restrained

by the soul of distant cradles.