Over the water, where I lie alive,
    Grass burns green where the buried are,
    Tall stone is standing            “and the sea
     Gave up its dead”       The wave, the living star,
     Evening and house at river-mouth shine.    

The hour of voices on the water and oars
    Speaking of blue, speaking of time.
    His colors, colors of deepness will arrive,
    Island-sleep, keel-sleep, cloud-controlling evening.
    They say to me at last”I am your home.”