(Capri, Piccola Marina) Timeless sea breezes, sea-wind of the night: you come for no one; if someone should wake, he must be prepared how to survive you. Timeless sea breezes, that for aeons have blown ancient rocks, you are purest space coming from afar... Oh, how a fruit-bearing fig tree feels your coming high up in the moonlight. Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming