Are you hearing, old women,
The shouting and singing,
The dancing and reeling
From the bow fully laden?
But for me
Is the sea …
And the wild waves' caressing.
(Give no thought To the wild drought Within me.)
I weep for one missing.
Your hearts would soon gladden
If you saw him in summer
Stand in to port, laughing …
And for those at the hauling
Were gifts for each comer.