—“In your soul there is ebb and flow!”

You said yourself, you understood it on your own!

Oh, how you, disbelieving the hours,

Could judge me for a moment’s happiness?

What shall the impending minute bring?

Whose distant image shall surface out of sleep?

A happy day, and a dreary night tomorrow…

How one can judge for something, and why so?

Oh, how could you! O, wise, how could

You say “enemies” about two white sails?

Surely you knew … You understood it on your own!

That ebb and flow is in my soul!