I br br If nature is life, nature is death: br It is winter as it is spring: br Confusion is variety, variety br And confusion in everything br Make experience the true conclusion br Of all desire and opulence, br All satisfaction and poverty. br br II br br When a hundred years had passed nature seemed to man br a clock br Another century sank away and nature seemed a jungle br in a rock br And now that nature has become a ticking and hidden br bomb how we must mock br Newton, Democritus, the Deity br The heart's ingenuity and the mind's infinite br uncontrollable br insatiable curiosity. br br III br br Purple black cloud at sunset: it is late August br and the light begins to look cold, and as we look, br listen and look, we hear the first drums of autumn.