IN HOURS OF EBBING TIDE
Martha Dickinson Bianchi translation
In hours of ebbing tide, oh trust not to the Sea! It will come back to shore with redness of the morrow; O don't believe in me when in the trance of sorrow I swear I am no longer true to thee!
The waves will roll again in dazzling ecstasy, From far away, with joy, to the belovéd shore; And I with breast aflame, beneath thy charm once more, Shall haste to bring my liberty to thee!