Silence deep rules o’er the waters, calmly slumb’ring lies the main, while the sailor views with trouble nought but one vast level plain. Not a zephyr is in motion! Silence fearful as the grave! In the mighty waste of ocean sunk to rest is ev’ry wave.
Regna quiete cupa: immoto giace il mare, e il navigante scruta ansioso l’acqua uguale. Nessun alito da nessuna parte. Cieca quiete atroce. Nell’ immenso deserto nessun’ onda si muove.
