Farewell, and when forth I through the Golden Gates to Golden Isles Steer without smiling, through the sea of smiles,
- Isle upon isle, in the seas of the south,
- Isle upon island, sea upon sea,
Why should I sail, why should the breeze? I have been young, and I have counted friends.
A hopeless sail I spread, too late, too late.
Why should I from isle to isle Sail, a hopeless sailor?