Westwards
the gaze wanders;
eastwards
skims the ship.
Fresh the wind blows
towards home:
my Irish child,
where are you now?
Is it your wafting sighs
that swell my sails?
Blow, blow, you wind!
Ah, alas, my child!
Irish girl,
you wild, adorable girl!
Voice of a young sailor
(heard from a height, as if from the masthead)
in “Tristan and Isolde”
by Richard Wagner
Sila Blume 
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