Nity miles across the sea:
Madre y nino,with the few
Nearing Paradise--sailing in joy,
Soon realized all... not to-be.
Algarada! All a toy
To wind and stern wave taxing true.

Ninty miles across the sea:
Cinco suns had died and shown;
Seis since venturing upon the deep:
No port, no vessel, no entry;
Just sole nino--as though asleep,
Crested upon a rippling foam....