Discordia Concors XIII.

I saw how Sunward soaring, an Eagle cleaved the air;

And how in Shadow sitting, there coo'd a Turtle pair.

I saw how o'er the Heavens, the Clouds in Herds rush'd wild;

And how close round the Shepherd the Lambkins gather'd fair.

I heard the Stars all asking: When shall we rise again?

And Buds in Seedlings folded sigh: Doth Love for us care?

I saw a Grass blade blossom at Morn and fade at Night;

While Cedars braved a thousand Years the Tempests raging there.

I saw old Ocean's Billows like Kings all crowned with foam,

Then flung from Rocks, down fallen, like Penitents in Prayer.

I saw a Dewdrop sparkling, nor did it Danger dread;

But, soon consumed, it vanish'd, that sun-bright Jewel rare.

I saw close crowding Mankind new Towns and Castles rear;

And swarming Ants heaped Hillocks up, with Winter's garner'd fare.

I saw the Warhorse prancing and trampling golden Grain;

And all his Hoofs were redden'd with the Blood of Love's Despair.

I saw the Winter weaving from Flakes a Robe of Death;

And the Spring found Earth in Mourning, all naked, lone and bare.

I heard Time's Loom a-whirring that wove the Sun's dim Veil;

I saw a Worm a-weaving in Life-threads its own Lair.

I saw the Great was Smallest, and saw the Smallest Great;

For God had set His Likeness on all the Things that were.