On Nature

How nature by herself assumes a face
Strange to behold, commingled with surprise
Yet such has been and such will be the case
Old names extinguished then new names arise.
In heaven's conclave all above, around
Some stars, worn out, have ceased to shine or burn
Old stars have vanished while new ones are found
And some, relumed, to their old posts return.
Two wheels has nature constantly in play
What one creates, subsists, which we adore,
She turns the other one a different way
By this destruction wheel it's crushed once more.
Again, new modeled, destined to revive
Again to perish but again alive.