Here you will find the Poem Memories of poet Leon Gellert
I see wild waves that break, and breaking-run; And the wild sea-birds wheeling round the ships; But at the dawn, the coming of the sun, I see your red, red lips. I see the cold moon now with fresh delight; And the stars arise anew, and yet arise; But in the night, the blackness of the night I see your sad, sad eyes. I hear the engines throbbing as we ride; And the men?s songs. I hear great throats Rejoice. But in the silence, when all the songs have died, I hear your soft, soft voice.
