Inscription at Sunium        

 
Sorrow comes to all.

None is safe.

Each at times must sail

Through the gulf of grief.

In the spring or fall

May your voyage be brief.

 

Rescue, when you can,

Ships gone aground -

Where another man

Sees the waves surround

Him with their marble stain

And the rocks abound.

 

Mariner, be swift.

Let signals fly.

And you will straightway lift

Your own heart high.

For each to each is given

As our ships are driven

Towards an eternal shore.