De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- But by the mouth
- To imitate the liquid notes of birds
- Was earlier far 'mongst men than power to make,
- By measured song, melodious verse and give
- Delight to ears. And whistlings of the wind
- Athrough the hollows of the reeds first taught
- The peasantry to blow into the stalks
- Of hollow hemlock-herb. Then bit by bit
- They learned sweet plainings, such as pipe out-pours,
- Beaten by finger-tips of singing men,
- When heard through unpathed groves and forest deeps
- And woodsy meadows, through the untrod haunts
- Of shepherd folk and spots divinely still.
- Thus time draws forward each and everything
- Little by little unto the midst of men,
- And reason uplifts it to the shores of light.
- These tunes would soothe and glad the minds of mortals
- When sated with food,- for songs are welcome then.
- And often, lounging with friends in the soft grass
- Beside a river of water, underneath
- A big tree's branches, merrily they'd refresh
- Their frames, with no vast outlay- most of all
- If the weather were smiling and the times of the year
- Were painting the green of the grass around with flowers.
- Then jokes, then talk, then peals of jollity
- Would circle round; for then the rustic muse
- Was in her glory; then would antic Mirth
- Prompt them to garland head and shoulders about
- With chaplets of intertwined flowers and leaves,
- And to dance onward, out of tune, with limbs
- Clownishly swaying, and with clownish foot
- To beat our mother earth- from whence arose
- Laughter and peals of jollity, for, lo,
- Such frolic acts were in their glory then,
- Being more new and strange. And wakeful men
- Found solaces for their unsleeping hours
- In drawing forth variety of notes,
- In modulating melodies, in running
- With puckered lips along the tuned reeds,
- Whence, even in our day do the watchmen guard
- These old traditions, and have learned well
- To keep true measure. And yet they no whit
- Do get a larger fruit of gladsomeness
- Than got the woodland aborigines
- In olden times. For what we have at hand-
- If theretofore naught sweeter we have known-
- That chiefly pleases and seems best of all;
- But then some later, likely better, find
- Destroys its worth and changes our desires
- Regarding good of yesterday.