For when fierce tides subside and brewing winds tame,
Shall too then tames our crazed-wild hearts tonight,
Struggling for the final inhaling gasp of air which remain,
And alas can we bite thy lips and bid farewell to all in sight.
O’ but can we all, as Man speaks with pleasant tongues, adieu,
With impending steps doth we glimpse but a fading look and miss you.