i. The sound of the Waves of Envy
Locks the gate to Life.
Strand us on Styx’s shores
All eternity to look upon the living mingle:
The open air of joys forsworn for
The odes of misery we sing, we sing, we sing.
ii. The sound of the Waves of Maya
Full of Belief, and Hope, and Happy-
The Fallen! Lost, the lost!
Here, the elegy of those
That Life walked with to Oblivion.
iii. The sound of the Waves of Life
The lit path deceives that it is meaningful,
That it is vigil’d as a guide.
The moon lights most the empty way,
The land that empties in the sea.
S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas.
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