… and you talk void. Vain to vain.
O elders! Shine of Sinai!
Bare the seeds of my sad and happy to me.
Entries of my know are open,
And the senate of my soul is in session,
Heeding heavy to your groans wise.
… and you mute sapience. Man to man.
O elders! Dusk of Hades!
Emit your books open and try my learn.
For I talked candor to no one,
Sending many to unknown and free,
Without regret, love or fear…