English poem
GETTATI AL VENTO.
by Rennell Rodd (1858–1941)
The sea swallows wheel and fly To their homes in the grey cliff-side; And the silent ships drift by, The world and its ways are wide!
Oh, which of you wandering sails Will carry a word from me? Spread all your wings in the gales, Fly fast to her northern sea!
Go say to my heart’s desired, Too long from her side I roam, And say I am tired, tired, And I would she would call me home!