Oh sea created before man, your fears
Had coral and beaches and groves of trees.
The night and the thick mist unraveled,
The storms and the mystery surpassed,
The Distance opened in flower, and the Southern Cross
Shone in splendour over the galleons of initiation.
Austere line of the far-off coast-
When the ship comes near, the slope raises up
In trees where the Distance had been empty;
Closer by, the land opens up in sounds and colours:
And, on disembarking, there are birds, flowers,
Where, from afar, there had only been a meaningless line.
The dream consists in seeing the invisible shapes
Of the hazy distance, and, with perceptible
Movements of hope and will,
Search out in the cold line of the horizon
The tree, the beach, the flower, the bird, the spring-
The well deserved kisses of Truth.
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