THE POET WEIGHS THE ANCHOR

The golden anchor sings... the blue sail ascends
Like the wing of a dream open to a new day.

Let us part, O Muse!

Before the joyful prow lies a beautiful sea.

In the east, clear as crystal, shines
The rosy lantern of Dawn. Fantasy
Wears a rare gown filled with precious stones
To wander, glorious, by the tides.

The blue sail

To Aeolus now unfolds its satin oriflamme...
The supreme moment! I tremble; do I perhaps
Dream of what awaits me in worlds unknown?...

Perhaps a fresh bunch of fragrant laurels
The shining Golden Fleece, the diamond scepter,
A shipwreck or the eternal crown of the Christs?