Song Of The Sea by Rainer Maria Rilke
(Capri, Piccola Marina)
Timeless sea breezes, sea-wind of the night: you come for no one; if someone should wake, he must be prepared how to survive you.
Timeless sea breezes, that for aeons have blown ancient rocks, you are purest space coming from afar...
Oh, how a fruit-bearing fig tree feels your coming high up in the moonlight.
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