Nor seeks again his banks, until the sun
In equal balance measures night and day.
Nor are the laws that
govern other streams
Obeyed by Nile. For in the
wintry year
Were he in flood, when distant far the sun,
His waters lacked their office; but he leaves
His
channel when the summer is at
height,
Tempering the torrid heat of Egypt's clime.
Such is the task of Nile; thus in the world
He finds his purpose, lest
exceeding heat
Consume the lands: and rising thus to meet
Enkindled Lion, to Syene's prayers
By Cancer burnt gives ear; nor curbs his wave
Till the slant sun and Meroe's lengthening shades
Proclaim the autumn. Who shall give the cause?
'Twas Parent Nature's self which gave command
Thus for the needs of earth should flow the Nile.
"Vain too the fable that the
western winds (14)
Control his current, in
continuous course
At stated seasons
governing the air;
Or hurrying from Occident to South
Clouds without number which in misty folds
Press on the waters; or by
constant blast,
Forcing his current back whose several mouths
Burst on the sea; -- so, forced by seas and wind,
Men say, his billows pour upon the land.
Some speak of hollow caverns, breathing holes
Deep in the earth, within whose
mighty jaws
Waters in noiseless current underneath
From northern cold to southern climes are drawn:
And when hot Meroe pants beneath the sun,
Then, say they, Ganges through the silent depths
And Padus pass: and from a single fount
The Nile arising not in single streams
Pours all the rivers forth. And rumour says
That when the sea which girdles in the world (15)
O'erflows,
thence rushes Nile, by lengthy course,
Softening his saltness. More, if it be true
That ocean feeds the sun and
heavenly fires,
Then Phoebus journeying by the burning Crab
Sucks from its waters more than air can hold
Upon his passage -- this the cool of night
Pours on the Nile.
"If, Caesar, 'tis my part
To judge such difference, 'twould seem that since
Creation's age has passed, earth's veins by chance
Some waters hold, and
shaken cast them forth:
But others took when first the globe was formed
A sure abode; by Him who framed the world
Fixed with the Universe.
"And, Roman, thou,
In thirsting thus to know the source of Nile
Dost as the Pharian and Persian kings
And those of Macedon; nor any age
Refused the secret, but the place prevailed
Remote by nature. Greatest of the kings
By Memphis worshipped, Alexander grudged (16)
To Nile its
mystery, and to furthest earth
Sent chosen Ethiops whom the
crimson zone
Stayed in their further march, while flowed his stream
Warm at their feet. Sesostris (17)
westward far
Reached, to the ends of earth; and necks of kings
Bent 'neath his
chariot yoke: but of the springs
Which fill your rivers, Rhone and Po, he drank.
Not of the fount of Nile. Cambyses king
In
madman quest led forth his host to where
The long-lived races dwell: then
famine struck,
Ate of his dead (17) and, Nile unknown, returned.
No lying rumour of thy
hidden source
Has e'er made mention; wheresoe'er thou art
Yet art thou sought, nor yet has nation claimed
In pride of place thy river as its own.
Yet shall I tell, so far as has the god,
Who veils thy
fountain, given me to know.
Thy progress. Daring to upraise thy banks
'Gainst fiery Cancer's heat, thou tak'st thy rise
Beneath the
zenith: straight towards the north
And mid Bootes flowing; to the couch
B
ending, or to the risings, of the sun
In sinuous bends
alternate; just alike
To Araby's peoples and to Libyan sands.
By Seres (18) first
beheld, yet know they not
Whence art thou come; and with no native stream
Strik'st thou the Ethiop fields. Nor knows the world
To whom it owes thee. Nature ne'er revealed
Thy secret
origin, removed afar.
Nor did she wish thee to be seen of men
While still a tiny
rivulet, but preferred
Their wonder to their knowledge. Where the sun
Stays at his limit, dost thou rise in flood
Untimely; such try right: to other lands
Bearing try winter: and by both the poles
Thou only wanderest. Here men ask thy rise
And there thine
ending. Meroe rich in soil
And tilled by
swarthy husbandmen divides
Thy broad
expanse,
rejoicing in the leaves
Of groves of ebony, which though spreading far
Their branching
foliage, by no
breadth of shade
Soften the summer sun -- whose rays direct
Pass from the Lion to the fervid earth. (20)
Next dost thou journey onwards past the realm
Of burning Phoebus, and the
sterile sands,
With equal
volume; now with all thy strength
Gathered in one, and now in devious streams
Parting the bank that crumbles at thy touch.
Then by our kingdom's gates, where Philae parts
Arabian peoples from Egyptian fields
The
sluggish bosom of thy flood recalls
Try wandering currents, which through desert wastes
Flow
gently on to where the merchant track
Divides the Red Sea waters from our own.
Who, gazing, Nile, upon thy
tranquil flow,
Could picture how in wild array of foam
(Where
shelves the earth) thy billows shall be plunged
Down the steep cataracts, in fuming wrath
That rocks should bar the passage of thy stream
Free from its source? For whirled on high the spray
Aims at the stars, and trembles all the air
With rush of waters; and with sounding roar
The foaming mass down from the
summit pours
In hoary waves
victorious. Next an isle
In all our ancient lore "untrodden" named
Stems firm thy
torrent; and the rocks we call
Springs of the river, for that here are marked
The earliest tokens of the coming flood.
With mountain shores now nature hems thee in
And shuts thy waves from Libya; in the midst
Hence do thy waters run, till Memphis first
Forbids the
barrier placed upon thy stream
And gives thee
access to the open fields."
Thus did they pass, as though in peace profound,
The
nightly watches. But Pothinus' mind,
Once with
accursed butchery imbued,
Was frenzied still; since great Pompeius fell
No deed to him was crime; his rabid soul
Th' avenging goddesses and Magnus' shade
Stirred to fresh horrors; and a Pharian hand
No less was
worthy, as he deemed, to shed
That blood which Fortune purposed should bedew
The conquered fathers: and the fell revenge
Due to the
senate for the civil war
This hireling almost snatched. Avert, ye fates,
Far hence the shame that not by Brutus' hand
This blow be struck! Shall thus the tyrant's fall
Just at our hands, become a Pharian crime,
Reft of example? To prepare a plan
(Fated to fail) he dares; nor veils in fraud
A plot for murder, but with open war
Attacks th' unconquered
chieftain: from his crimes
He gained such courage as to send command
To lop the head of Caesar, and to join
In death the kinsmen chiefs.
These words by night
His
faithful servants to Achillas bear,
His foul
associate, whom the boy had made
Chief of his armies, and who ruled alone
O'er Egypt's land and o'er himself her king:
"Now lay thy limbs upon the
sumptuous couch
And sleep in
luxury, for the Queen hath seized
The palace; nor alone by her betrayed,
But Caesar's gift, is Pharos. Dost delay
Nor
hasten to the
chamber of thy Queen?
Thou only? Married to the Latian chief,
The
impious sister now her brother weds
And hurrying from rival
spouse to
spouseHath Egypt won, and plays the bawd for Rome.
By amorous potions she has won the man:
Then trust the boy! Yet give him but a night
In her enfondling arms, and drunk with love
Thy life and mine he'll
barter for a kiss.
We for his sister's charms by cross and flame
Shall pay the
penalty: nor hope of aid;
Here stands adulterous Caesar, here the King
Her
spouse: how hope we from so stern a judge
To gain acquittal? Shall she not condemn
Those who ne'er sought her favours? By the deed
We dared together and lost, by Magnus' blood
Which
wrought the bond between us, be thou swift
With hasty
tumult to
arouse the war:
Dash in with
nightly band, and mar with death
Their shameless nuptials: on the very bed
With either lover smite the
ruthless Queen.
Nor let the fortunes of the Western chief
Make pause our
enterprise. We share with him
The glory of his empire o'er the world.
Pompeius fallen makes us too sublime.
There lies the shore that bids us hope success:
Ask of our power from the polluted wave,
And gaze upon the
scanty tomb which holds
Not all Pompeius' ashes. Peer to him
Was he whom now thou fearest. Noble blood
True, is not ours: what boots it? Nor are realms
Nor
wealth of peoples given to our command.
Yet have we risen to a
height of power
For deeds of blood, and Fortune to our hands
Attracts her victims. Lo! a nobler now
Lies in our
compass, and a second death
Hesperia shall
appease; for Caesar's blood,
Shed by these hands, shall give us this, that Rome
Shall love us,
guilty of Pompeius' fall.
Why fear these titles, why this
chieftain's strength?