De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- And there shall come the time when even thou,
- Forced by the soothsayer's terror-tales, shalt seek
- To break from us. Ah, many a dream even now
- Can they concoct to rout thy plans of life,
- And trouble all thy fortunes with base fears.
- I own with reason: for, if men but knew
- Some fixed end to ills, they would be strong
- By some device unconquered to withstand
- Religions and the menacings of seers.
- But now nor skill nor instrument is theirs,
- Since men must dread eternal pains in death.
- For what the soul may be they do not know,
- Whether 'tis born, or enter in at birth,
- And whether, snatched by death, it die with us,
- Or visit the shadows and the vasty caves
- Of Orcus, or by some divine decree
- Enter the brute herds, as our Ennius sang,
- Who first from lovely Helicon brought down
- A laurel wreath of bright perennial leaves,
- Renowned forever among the Italian clans.
- Yet Ennius too in everlasting verse
- Proclaims those vaults of Acheron to be,
- Though thence, he said, nor souls nor bodies fare,
- But only phantom figures, strangely wan,
- And tells how once from out those regions rose
- Old Homer's ghost to him and shed salt tears
- And with his words unfolded Nature's source.
- Then be it ours with steady mind to clasp
- The purport of the skies- the law behind
- The wandering courses of the sun and moon;
- To scan the powers that speed all life below;
- But most to see with reasonable eyes
- Of what the mind, of what the soul is made,
- And what it is so terrible that breaks
- On us asleep, or waking in disease,
- Until we seem to mark and hear at hand
- Dead men whose bones earth bosomed long ago.
- I know how hard it is in Latian verse
- To tell the dark discoveries of the Greeks,
- Chiefly because our pauper-speech must find
- Strange terms to fit the strangeness of the thing;
- Yet worth of thine and the expected joy
- Of thy sweet friendship do persuade me on
- To bear all toil and wake the clear nights through,
- Seeking with what of words and what of song
- I may at last most gloriously uncloud
- For thee the light beyond, wherewith to view
- The core of being at the centre hid.