The Sailor Lost at Sea is Given Tribute
Builders of castles never saw how their ideals took flight,
Singers of cantos never hear their song echo through the night.
The carillon rings out, but its song is bittersweet,
Blessed are the dead whose hearts no longer beat.
In the mourning consequence, nightfall comes, beware!
Blind resignation fills the house of prayer.
With a drinking-horn raised, we toast to the past,
To the building of the ship and the height of its mast.
The secret of the sea whispers softly, deep,
Of nameless graves where the waves gently weep.
Yet through the fire and wine, a promise will gleam—
That life, like the twilight lake, is both fleeting and a dream.
WoPoLi 
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