"What means the fall of yonder star, Which falls, falls, and fades away?... My son, whene'er a mortal dies, Earthward his star drops instantly."—Translator. "Wet weather seldom hurts the most unwise, So plain the signs, such prophets are the skies: The wary crane foresees it first, and sails Above the storm, and leaves the lowly vales; The cow looks up, and from afar can find The change of heaven, and snuffs it in the wind. The swallow skims the river's watery face, The frogs renew the croaks of their loquacious race.... Besides, the several sorts of watery fowls, That swim the seas, or haunt the standing pools; The swans that sail along the silver flood, And dive with stretching necks to search their food, Then lave their back with sprinkling dews in vain, And stem the stream to meet the promised rain. The crow, with clamorous cries, the shower demands, And single stalks along the desert sands. The nightly virgin, while her wheel she plies, Foresees the storm impending in the skies. When sparkling lamps their sputtering light advance, And in the sockets oily bubbles dance. "Then, after showers, 'tis easy to descry, Returning suns, and a serener sky; The stars shine smarter, and the moon adorns, As with unborrowed beams, her sharpened horns; The filmy gossamer now flits no more, Nor halcyons bask on the short sunny shore: Their litter is not tossed by sows unclean, But a blue draughty mist descends upon the plain. And owls, that mark the setting sun, declare A star-light evening, and a morning fair.... Then thrice the ravens rend the liquid air, And croaking notes proclaim the settled fair. Then, round their airy palaces they fly To greet the sun: and seized with secret joy, When storms are over-blown, with food repair To their forsaken nests, and callow care." |