Are turned to stocks and stones;—to say the very least.
They are but parts; that thing a universal is.
It makes men’s faces pale; gives ashiness where ’tis;
As long as nature mournful is, or full of glee;—
As long as fields now verdant, naked then we see.395
The sun each morning rises, joying in his course;
At eve sinks down again, and goes from bad to worse.
The planets circulating, each within its sphere,
Are subject to immersion when the sun they near.
The moon in splendour far excels each tiny star.