第47章

That in no wise the nature of all things For us was fashioned by a power divine-So great the faults it stands encumbered with.

First, mark all regions which are overarched By the prodigious reaches of the sky:

One yawning part thereof the mountain-chains And forests of the beasts do have and hold;And cliffs, and desert fens, and wastes of sea (Which sunder afar the beaches of the lands)Possess it merely; and, again, thereof Well-nigh two-thirds intolerable heat And a perpetual fall of frost doth rob From mortal kind.And what is left to till, Even that the force of nature would o'errun With brambles, did not human force oppose,-Long wont for livelihood to groan and sweat Over the two-pronged mattock and to cleave The soil in twain by pressing on the plough.......

Unless, by the ploughshare turning the fruitful clods And kneading the mould, we quicken into birth, [The crops] spontaneously could not come up Into the free bright air.Even then sometimes, When things acquired by the sternest toil Are now in leaf, are now in blossom all, Either the skiey sun with baneful heats Parches, or sudden rains or chilling rime Destroys, or flaws of winds with furious whirl Torment and twist.Beside these matters, why Doth nature feed and foster on land and sea The dreadful breed of savage beasts, the foes Of the human clan? Why do the seasons bring Distempers with them? Wherefore stalks at large Death, so untimely? Then, again, the babe, Like to the castaway of the raging surf, Lies naked on the ground, speechless, in want Of every help for life, when nature first Hath poured him forth upon the shores of light With birth-pangs from within the mother's womb, And with a plaintive wail he fills the place,-As well befitting one for whom remains In life a journey through so many ills.

But all the flocks and herds and all wild beasts Come forth and grow, nor need the little rattles, Nor must be treated to the humouring nurse's Dear, broken chatter; nor seek they divers clothes To suit the changing skies; nor need, in fine, Nor arms, nor lofty ramparts, wherewithal Their own to guard- because the earth herself And nature, artificer of the world, bring forth Aboundingly all things for all.

THE WORLD IS NOT ETERNAL

And first, Since body of earth and water, air's light breath, And fiery exhalations (of which four This sum of things is seen to be compact)So all have birth and perishable frame, Thus the whole nature of the world itself Must be conceived as perishable too.

For, verily, those things of which we see The parts and members to have birth in time And perishable shapes, those same we mark To be invariably born in time And born to die.And therefore when I see The mightiest members and the parts of this Our world consumed and begot again, 'Tis mine to know that also sky above And earth beneath began of old in time And shall in time go under to disaster.

And lest in these affairs thou deemest me To have seized upon this point by sleight to serve My own caprice- because I have assumed That earth and fire are mortal things indeed, And have not doubted water and the air Both perish too and have affirmed the same To be again begotten and wax big-Mark well the argument: in first place, lo, Some certain parts of earth, grievously parched By unremitting suns, and trampled on By a vast throng of feet, exhale abroad A powdery haze and flying clouds of dust, Which the stout winds disperse in the whole air.

A part, moreover, of her sod and soil Is summoned to inundation by the rains;And rivers graze and gouge the banks away.

Besides, whatever takes a part its own In fostering and increasing [aught].........

Is rendered back; and since, beyond a doubt, Earth, the all-mother, is beheld to be Likewise the common sepulchre of things, Therefore thou seest her minished of her plenty, And then again augmented with new growth.

And for the rest, that sea, and streams, and springs Forever with new waters overflow, And that perennially the fluids well, Needeth no words- the mighty flux itself Of multitudinous waters round about Declareth this.But whatso water first Streams up is ever straightway carried off, And thus it comes to pass that all in all There is no overflow; in part because The burly winds (that over-sweep amain)And skiey sun (that with his rays dissolves)Do minish the level seas; in part because The water is diffused underground Through all the lands.The brine is filtered off, And then the liquid stuff seeps back again And all regathers at the river-heads, Whence in fresh-water currents on it flows Over the lands, adown the channels which Were cleft erstwhile and erstwhile bore along The liquid-footed floods.

Now, then, of air I'll speak, which hour by hour in all its body Is changed innumerably.For whatso'er Streams up in dust or vapour off of things, The same is all and always borne along Into the mighty ocean of the air;And did not air in turn restore to things Bodies, and thus recruit them as they stream, All things by this time had resolved been And changed into air.Therefore it never Ceases to be engendered off of things And to return to things, since verily In constant flux do all things stream.

Likewise, The abounding well-spring of the liquid light, The ethereal sun, doth flood the heaven o'er With constant flux of radiance ever new, And with fresh light supplies the place of light, Upon the instant.For whatever effulgence Hath first streamed off, no matter where it falls, Is lost unto the sun.And this 'tis thine To know from these examples: soon as clouds Have first begun to under-pass the sun, And, as it were, to rend the rays of light In twain, at once the lower part of them Is lost entire, and earth is overcast Where'er the thunderheads are rolled along-So know thou mayst that things forever need A fresh replenishment of gleam and glow, And each effulgence, foremost flashed forth, Perisheth one by one.Nor otherwise Can things be seen in sunlight, lest alway The fountain-head of light supply new light.