Sweet and low

-Alfred Tennyson

Sweet and low, sweet and low,

wind of the western sea,

Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea!

Over the rolling waters go,

Come from the dying moon and blow,

Blow him again to me;

While my little one, my pretty one sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,

Father will come to thee soon;

Rest, rest, on mother's breast,

Father will come to thee soon:

Father will come to his babe in the nest;

Silver sails all out of the west,

Under the silver moon.

Sleep, my little one sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

Runoja, mietteitä, lauluja, tarinoita - niin paljon on merestä kerrottu, ja niin paljon tullaan kertomaan. Tämä merimatka yksi muiden joukossa. (Päivän aiheena siis laittaa korttiin jotain, mitä on merestä kerrottu, laulettu, runoeltu.)

So much poems, thoughts, songs and stories there are told about sea and there will to tell.