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So much; lived on; deprived by the knife
Of the male member; not a few; though lopped
Of hands and feet; would yet persist in life;
And some there were who lost their eyeballs: O
So fierce a fear of death had fallen on them!
And some; besides; were by oblivion
Of all things seized; that even themselves they knew
No longer。 And though corpse on corpse lay piled
Unburied on ground; the race of birds and beasts
Would or spring back; scurrying to escape
The virulent stench; or; if they'd tasted there;
Would languish in approaching death。 But yet
Hardly at all during those many suns
Appeared a fowl; nor from the woods went forth
The sullen generations of wild beasts…
They languished with disease and died and died。
In chief; the faithful dogs; in all the streets
Outstretched; would yield their breath distressfully
For so that Influence of bane would twist
Life from their members。 Nor was found one sure
And universal principle of cure:
For what to one had given the power to take
The vital winds of air into his mouth;
And to gaze upward at the vaults of sky;
The same to others was their death and doom。
  In those affairs; O awfullest of all;
O pitiable most was this; was this:
Whoso once saw himself in that disease
Entangled; ay; as damned unto death;
Would lie in wanhope; with a sullen heart;
Would; in fore…vision of his funeral;
Give up the ghost; O then and there。 For; lo;
At no time did they cease one from another
To catch contagion of the greedy plague;…
As though but woolly flocks and horned herds;
And this in chief would heap the dead on dead:
For who forbore to look to their own sick;
O these (too eager of life; of death afeard)
Would then; soon after; slaughtering Neglect
Visit with vengeance of evil death and base…
Themselves deserted and forlorn of help。
But who had stayed at hand would perish there
By that contagion and the toil which then
A sense of honour and the pleading voice
Of weary watchers; mixed with voice of wail
Of dying folk; forced them to undergo。
This kind of death each nobler soul would meet。
The funerals; uncompanioned; forsaken;
Like rivals contended to be hurried through。
       。     。     。     。     。     。
And men contending to ensepulchre
Pile upon pile the throng of their own dead:
And weary with woe and weeping wandered home;
And then the most would take to bed from grief。
Nor could be found not one; whom nor disease
Nor death; nor woe had not in those dread times
Attacked。
  By now the shepherds and neatherds all;
Yea; even the sturdy guiders of curved ploughs;
Began to sicken; and their bodies would lie
Huddled within back…corners of their huts;
Delivered by squalor and disease to death。
O often and often couldst thou then have seen
On lifeless children lifeless parents prone;
Or offspring on their fathers'; mothers' corpse
Yielding the life。 And into the city poured
O not in least part from the countryside
That tribulation; which the peasantry
Sick; sick; brought thither; thronging from every quarter;
Plague…stricken mob。 All places would they crowd;
All buildings too; whereby the more would death
Up…pile a…heap the folk so crammed in town。
Ah; many a body thirst had dragged and rolled
Along the highways there was lying strewn
Besides Silenus…headed water…fountains;…
The life…breath choked from that too dear desire
Of pleasant waters。 Ah; everywhere along
The open places of the populace;
And along the highways; O thou mightest see
Of many a half…dead body the sagged limbs;
Rough with squalor; wrapped around with rags;
Perish from very nastiness; with naught
But skin upon the bones; well…nigh already
Buried… in ulcers vile and obscene filth。
All holy temples; too; of deities
Had Death becrammed with the carcasses;
And stood each fane of the Celestial Ones
Laden with stark cadavers everywhere…
Places which warders of the shrines had crowded
With many a guest。 For now no longer men
Did mightily esteem the old Divine;
The worship of the gods: the woe at hand
Did over…master。 Nor in the city then
Remained those rites of sepulture; with which
That pious folk had evermore been wont
To buried be。 For it was wildered all
In wild alarms; and each and every one
With sullen sorrow would bury his own dead;
As present shift allowed。 And sudden stress
And poverty to many an awful act
Impelled; and with a monstrous screaming they
Would; on the frames of alien funeral pyres;
Place their own kin; and thrust the torch beneath
Oft brawling with much bloodshed round about
Rather than quit dead bodies loved in life。





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