A lone white sail appears in
The blue haze of the sea!..
What does she seek beyond the rim?
What left she at the quay?..

The billows play - the high wind blows,
The mainmast creaks and leans...
Alas! not happiness she follows
And not from happiness she wings!  

The golden sun above her sprawls,
The sky-blue stream beneath... 
But, for a storm, she wildly calls,
As though storms brought peace!