Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves
That break against the shore, shall lull my mind
And scorn against all
enemies prepared
And with the food of pride sustained my soul
In solitude
Sad was I, to pain depressed
Importunate and
heavy load
My destiny has found me here
Upon this lonely road
And many thousands now are sad
Wait the fulfilment of their
fear
For I must die who is their stay
Their glory disappears
Now I am dead and gone, my friend
Life's pain has come to
end
Your star will guide my soul
To ride the winds above
