Dark is the morning with mist; in the narrow mouth of the harbor
       &nbsp Motionless lies the sea, under its curtain of cloud;
Dreamily glimmer the sails of ships on the distant horizon,
       &nbsp Like to the towers of a town, built on the verge of the sea.

Slowly and stately and still, they sail forth into the ocean;
       &nbsp With them sail my thoughts over the limitless deep,
Farther and farther away, borne on by unsatisfied longings,
       &nbsp Unto Hesperian isles, unto Ausonian shores.

Now they have vanished away, have disappeared in the ocean;
       &nbsp Sunk are the towers of the town into the depths of the sea!
AU have vanished but those that, moored in the neighboring
roadstead,
       &nbsp Sailless at anchor ride, looming so large in the mist.

Vanished, too, are the thoughts, the dim, unsatisfied longings;
       &nbsp Sunk are the turrets of cloud into the ocean of dreams;
While in a haven of rest my heart is riding at anchor,
       &nbsp Held by the chains of love, held by the anchors of trust!