The sea-gulls they come 
And ceaselessly go.... 
Intensely I long 
For sight of the sea. 

Near the "Houses" tall 
Whose shadows wide-spread 
Are vaguely outlined 
On the river's grey, 

A garden there is, 
In the city's midst, 
Where one seems as if 
On an island lost, 

Watching the day's 
Death in agony, 
Girdled all about 
By the endless sea. 

But before the eve 
Sets her stars alight, 
Of a lasting hope 
Shall I see the sail 

Nearing from afar 
With fair promise filled? 
The sea-gulls they come 
And ceaselessly go.... 

Your eyes open, close, 
At their swift approach. 
- Oh, what riddles deep 
Are writ on your face!