Who lay against the sea, and fled,
Who lightly loved the wave,
Shall never know, when he is dead,
A cool and murmurous grave.
But in a shallow pit shall rest
For all eternity,
And bear the earth upon the breas
That once had worn the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But in a shallow pit shall rest For all eternity, thinking of an after life. good poem.