The sharp and scorching waves of sorrow
are cropping from the lulling sea
and in the mirrored skies of tomorrow
arises a fascinating glee

Twinkling specks fleck the sight of night
as a veil of darkness is set
To put forlorn illusions and dreams to flight
and the weight of day forget

In the distance the vehement breakers roll
the silence is blown away
And fear at last takes its toll
Before the break of day

They’re coming, they’re fuming, they’re approaching
the billows with woe they burst
They’re nearing, they’re roaring, they’re reaching
at once the man is cursed

The plaintive abyss wolfs him down
lower and lower he falls
inside the deepest lungs he drowns
for nothing and naught he calls

Neptune’s kingdom he sees no more
a frozen burial ground
beneath the distant gritty shore
the chimeras has bound

Inside a blink he's led astray
Deadly stillness seizes him
Dreary torpor steps in his way
And his path of life turns grim

And no sweet wind of fancy blows
Where benumbing gloom resides
and no seed of genius one sows
By which unending dusk abides

But a faint glimmer of flaring light
The haggard eye makes out
A flimsy spark by luck and frail might
in the trapping abyss lurks about

And near and near the flaming fairy draws
as the third orb opens wide
At once it seems there are some flaws
For a crowd comes out of hide