By Maria Aparecida M Rodrigues Song of the spirits over the waters The soul of man Is like the water: It comes from heaven, It returns to heaven, And down again To earth must go, Ever changing. When from the high, Sheer wall of rock The pure stream gushes, It sprays its lovely vapor In billowing clouds Towards the smooth rock, And lightly received, It goes enshrouded, Softly hissing Down to the deep. Cliffs tower, Opposing its fall. Annoyed, it foams Step by step Into the abyss. In a flat bed It slinks down the grassy vale, And in the waveless lake All the stars Feast on their likeness. Wind is the waves Handsome suitor; Wind stirs up from the depths Foaming billows. Soul of man, How like to the water! Fate of man, How like to the wind! Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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