aeneid

Billowing up in a trice, clouds tear away heaven and daylight,
Blinding Teucrians’ eyes; dark night settles ghastly on ocean.
Sky roars thunder above, air flashes and flashes with lightning.
All signs menace the men with immediate death and destruction…

Virgil

IV

The morning glory climbs above my head,
Pale flowers of white and purple, blue and red.
I am disquieted.

Down in the withered grasses something stirred;
I thought it was his footfall that I heard.
Then a grasshopper chirred.

I climbed the hill just as new moon showed,
I saw him coming on the southern road.
My heart lays down its load.

1121, BC

nights of joy

Ah, many the long night thou and I
Have passed at ease with the wine-crowned cup,
Till the red dawn gleamed in the night-dim sky
And the stars of morn in the east rose up,
And along the west the stars of night
Like defeated armies pressed their flight.

Then the brightest of joys were ours to gain.
With never a care in the world to cloud,
And pleasure untouched by the hand of pain,
Were delight with eternal life endowed:
But alas! that even the fairest boon
Is doomed, like night, to be spent too soon.

Ibn Zaydun