The music divine is a joy for ever:
Its sweetness increases;
It will never pass into nothingness;
But still it will keep on reverberating,
An arbour cool, quiet, and calm for the hearer,
And a sleep full of mystic visions,
And spirit continually breathing hu, hu, hu,
Therefore, on every moment, am I holding,
A musical rope to bind me to the supernatural,
That fills the soul with euphoria...
...scarce on the earth,
And bids adieu to the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darken'd ways,
I perceive the mighty living and self sustaining...
...an endless fountain of water of life...
...that makes immortal,
Pouring unto my goblet from the ethereal pitcher.
Mykoul
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