# Dust—All’s Yellow
Like scattered stars abandoned to the night,
Too feeble the great darkness to adorn,
Now come my friends to loom athwart my light,
To triply crown my sorrow with their scorn.
"The world was not created," says the first,1
"To be surrendered, sundered in the maw
Of chaos. Rather, from the primal burst
Continues on its course and by its law.
The close of day, the yellow autumn's end,
The crumbling of a wall, a kingdom's fall,
Our shabby motley fabric and its rend
Convince the fool that chaos governs all.
The wise will see this, bow in awe, beseech,
1: See Job 4-6. Job's first comforter, Eliphaz, argues that the world is justly run according to divinely established natural laws.
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