Elysian Fields 7/19/2006 23:51
Down the dank, moldering roads

and cross the sinuous stream of Oceanus,

Past the White Rock and the Sun's Western Gates

and past the Land of Dreams,

Here reach the Elysian Fields:

With the pale liliaceous asphodel and poplars grow,

With its glaucous sky lit by solemque suu and sua sidera norunt,

There the souls of the heroic and the virtuous,

Make this peaceful land their perpetual home.

For in Elysium there falls not rain, nor hail, nor snow;

and the great spirits here

Enjoy an immortality of bliss,

Without any disturbance, and humiliation, and sorrow.
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