Etuenne Durand
Etuenne Durand
THe Fire Rises Ever to the Sky

The fire rises ever to the sky
The waters flow to oceans fruitful breast
And the moon above us labours without rest
The tides ebb and then raise on high

The trees which push out from their native earth
In time or fire to their dust return
And this great All, of Nothing made, shall turn
At last to nothing just as ere its birth

We see that all returns to whence it came
Is in all flux eternally the same
'Tis all too just, Urania, that my sighs
Sould touch in verse the source of their desire
And burning with my loves undeasing fire
return to whence they take their life, thine eyes