Along the quays, the large ships,

Rocked silently by the surge

Do not heed the cradles

Which the hands of the women rock,

But the day of farewells will come,

For the women are bound to weep,

And the inquisitive men

Must dare the horizons that lure them!

And on that day the large ships,

Fleeing from the vanishing port,

Feel their bulk held back

By the soul of the far away cradles.

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