METAMORPHOSIS OF PLANTS.
THOU art confused, my beloved, at,
seeing the thousandfold union
Shown in this flowery troop, over
the garden dispers'd;
any a name dost thou hear assign'd; one after another
Falls on thy list'ning ear, with
a barbarian sound.
None resembleth another, yet all their forms have a likeness;
Therefore, a mystical law is by the
Yes, a sacred enigma! Oh, dearest friend, could I only
Happily teach thee the word, which
may the mystery solve!
Closely observe how the plant, by little and little progressing,
Step by step guided on, changeth
to blossom and fruit!
First from the seed it unravels itself, as soon as the silent
Fruit-bearing womb of the earth kindly
allows Its escape,
And to the charms of the light, the holy, the ever-in-motion,
Trusteth the delicate leaves, feebly
beginning to shoot.
Simply slumber'd the force in the seed; a germ of the future,
Peacefully lock'd in itself, 'neath
the integument lay,
Leaf and root, and bud, still void of colour, and shapeless;
Thus doth the kernel, while dry,
cover that motionless life.
Upward then strives it to swell, in gentle moisture confiding,
And, from the night where it dwelt,
straightway ascendeth to light.
Yet still simple remaineth its figure, when first it appeareth;
And 'tis a token like this, points
out the child 'mid the plants.
Soon a shoot, succeeding it, riseth on high, and reneweth,
Piling-up node upon node, ever the
Yet not ever alike: for the following leaf, as thou seest,
Ever produceth itself, fashioned
in manifold ways.
Longer, more indented, in points and in parts more divided,
Which. all-deform'd until now, slept
in the organ below,
So at length it attaineth the noble and destined perfection,
Which, in full many a tribe, fills
thee with wondering awe.
Many ribb'd and tooth'd, on a surface juicy and swelling,
Free and unending the shoot seemeth
in fullness to be;
Yet here Nature restraineth, with powerful hands, the formation,
And to a perfecter end, guideth with
softness its growth,
Less abundantly yielding the sap, contracting the vessels,
So that the figure ere long gentler
effects doth disclose.
Soon and in silence is check'd the growth of the vigorous branches,
And the rib of the stalk fuller becometh
Leafless, however, and quick the tenderer stem then up-springeth,
And a miraculous sight doth the observer
Ranged in a circle, in numbers that now are small, and now countless,
Gather the smaller-sized leaves,
close by the side of their like.
Round the axis compress'd the sheltering calyx unfoldeth,
And, as the perfectest type, brilliant-hued
Thus doth Nature bloom, in glory still nobler and fuller,
Showing, in order arranged, member
on member uprear'd.
Wonderment fresh dost thou feel, as soon as the stem rears the flower
Over the scaffolding frail of the
But this glory is only the new creation's foreteller,
Yes, the leaf with its hues feeleth
the hand all divine,
And on a sudden contracteth itself; the tenderest figures
Twofold as yet, hasten on, destined
to blend into one.
Lovingly now the beauteous pairs are standing together,
Gather'd in countless array, there
where the altar is raised.
Hymen hovereth o'er them, and scents delicious and mighty
Stream forth their fragrance so sweet,
all things enliv'ning around.
Presently, parcell'd out, unnumber'd germs are seen swelling,
Sweetly conceald in the womb, where
is made perfect the fruit.
Here doth Nature close the ring of her forces eternal;
Yet doth a new one, at once, cling
to the one gone before,
So that the chain be prolonged for ever through all generations,
And that the whole may have life,
e'en as enjoy'd by each part.
Now, my beloved one, turn thy gaze on the many-hued thousands
Which, confusing no more, gladden
the mind as they wave.
Every plant unto thee proclaimeth the laws everlasting,
Every flowered speaks louder and
louder to thee;
But if thou here canst decipher the mystic words of the goddess,
Everywhere will they be seen, e'en
though the features are changed.
Creeping insects may linger, the eager butterfly hasten,--
Plastic and forming, may man change
e'en the figure decreed!
Oh, then, bethink thee, as well, how out of the germ of acquaintance,
Kindly intercourse sprang, slowly
unfolding its leaves;
Soon how friendship with might unveil'd itself in our bosoms,
And how Amor, at length, brought
forth blossom and fruit
Think of the manifold ways wherein Nature hath lent to our feelings,
Silently giving them birth, either
the first or the last!
Yes, and rejoice in the present day! For love that is holy
Seeketh the noblest of fruits,--that
where the thoughts are the same,
Where the opinions agree,--that the pair may, in rapt contemplation,
Lovingly blend into one,--find the
more excellent world.