Ocean Child

«For I was born on the open sea!
The waves were white, and red the morn,
In the noisy hour when I was born;
And the whale it whistled, the porpoise roll’d,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;
And never was heard such an outcry wild
As welcom’d to life the ocean-child!»

«Perché sono nato in mare aperto!
Le onde erano bianche, rosso il mattino
Nell’ora rumorosa in cui io nacqui.
E la balena fischiava, la focena rotolava,
I delfini la loro schiena dorata denudavano,
E mai fu udito tanto selvaggio un grido
Di accoglienza alla vita come per me, figlio dell’Oceano.»

(Bryan Waller Procter – “The Sea”)