Under the wide and starry eye
Of one I've loved since time gone by...
Glad I'd have heard her glady sigh
As she lay me down with a will.
But this be the verse she cabled me:
'The hunter is home and, far from the sea,
Here he lies where you longed to be.'
And a sailor I am, still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem