Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. Metamorphoses. More, Brookes, translator. Boston: Cornhill Publishing Co., 1922.
- And now his thunder bolts
- would Jove wide scatter, but he feared the flames,
- unnumbered, sacred ether might ignite
- and burn the axle of the universe:
- and he remembered in the scroll of fate,
- there is a time appointed when the sea
- and earth and Heavens shall melt, and fire destroy
- the universe of mighty labour wrought.
- Such weapons by the skill of Cyclops forged,
- for different punishment he laid aside—
- for straightway he preferred to overwhelm
- the mortal race beneath deep waves and storms
- from every raining sky. And instantly
- he shut the Northwind in Aeolian caves,
- and every other wind that might dispel
- the gathering clouds. He bade the Southwind blow:—
- the Southwind flies abroad with dripping wings,
- concealing in the gloom his awful face:
- the drenching rain descends from his wet beard
- and hoary locks; dark clouds are on his brows
- and from his wings and garments drip the dews:
- his great hands press the overhanging clouds;
- loudly the thunders roll; the torrents pour;
- Iris, the messenger of Juno, clad
- in many coloured raiment, upward draws
- the steaming moisture to renew the clouds.
- The standing grain is beaten to the ground,
- the rustic's crops are scattered in the mire,
- and he bewails the long year's fruitless toil.
- The wrath of Jove was not content with powers
- that emanate from Heaven; he brought to aid
- his azure brother, lord of flowing waves,
- who called upon the Rivers and the Streams:
- and when they entered his impearled abode,
- Neptune, their ancient ruler, thus began;
- “A long appeal is needless; pour ye forth
- in rage of power; open up your fountains;
- rush over obstacles; let every stream
- pour forth in boundless floods.” Thus he commands,
- and none dissenting all the River Gods
- return, and opening up their fountains roll
- tumultuous to the deep unfruitful sea.
- And Neptune with his trident smote the Earth,
- which trembling with unwonted throes heaved up
- the sources of her waters bare; and through
- her open plains the rapid rivers rushed
- resistless, onward bearing the waving grain,
- the budding groves, the houses, sheep and men,—
- and holy temples, and their sacred urns.
- The mansions that remained, resisting vast
- and total ruin, deepening waves concealed
- and whelmed their tottering turrets in the flood
- and whirling gulf. And now one vast expanse,
- the land and sea were mingled in the waste
- of endless waves—a sea without a shore.
- One desperate man seized on the nearest hill;
- another sitting in his curved boat,
- plied the long oar where he was wont to plow;
- another sailed above his grain, above
- his hidden dwelling; and another hooked
- a fish that sported in a leafy elm.
- Perchance an anchor dropped in verdant fields,
- or curving keels were pushed through tangled vines;
- and where the gracile goat enjoyed the green,
- unsightly seals reposed. Beneath the waves
- were wondering Nereids, viewing cities, groves
- and houses. Dolphins darting mid the trees,
- meshed in the twisted branches, beat against
- the shaken oak trees. There the sheep, affrayed,
- swim with the frightened wolf, the surging waves
- float tigers and lions: availeth naught
- his lightning shock the wild boar, nor avails
- the stag's fleet footed speed. The wandering bird,
- seeking umbrageous groves and hidden vales,
- with wearied pinion droops into the sea.
- The waves increasing surge above the hills,
- and rising waters dash on mountain tops.
- Myriads by the waves are swept away,
- and those the waters spare, for lack of food,
- starvation slowly overcomes at last.
- A fruitful land and fair but now submerged
- beneath a wilderness of rising waves,
- 'Twixt Oeta and Aonia, Phocis lies,
- where through the clouds Parnassus' summits twain
- point upward to the stars, unmeasured height,
- save which the rolling billows covered all:
- there in a small and fragile boat, arrived,
- Deucalion and the consort of his couch,
- prepared to worship the Corycian Nymphs,
- the mountain deities, and Themis kind,
- who in that age revealed in oracles
- the voice of fate. As he no other lived
- so good and just, as she no other feared
- the Gods.
- When Jupiter beheld the globe
- in ruin covered, swept with wasting waves,
- and when he saw one man of myriads left,
- one helpless woman left of myriads lone,
- both innocent and worshiping the Gods,
- he scattered all the clouds; he blew away
- the great storms by the cold northwind.