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Surely there, among the great docks, is peace, my mind; / there with the ships moored in the river.
Go out, timid child, / and snuggle in among the great ships talking so quietly.
Maybe you will even fall asleep near them and be / lifted into one of their laps, and in the morning -- / There is always the morning in which to remember it all!
Of what are they gossiping? God knows.
And God knows it matters little for we cannot understand them.
Yet it is certainly of the sea, of that there can be no question.
It is a quiet sound. Rest! That's all I care for now.
The smell of them will put us to sleep presently.