And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore.

In faith I hear a whisper in the air as it sweeps:
secrets sparkling from the waters unto the shore;
but the wind does not stir upon the deeps,
the poets’ mandolas play no more.

Do not get too attached to life] for it is like a sailor’s leave on the shore and at any time, the captain may sound the horn, calling you back to eternal darkness.

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only a boy playing on the seashore.