the complete poetical works-第217节
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small；
Though with patience he stands waiting； with exactness grinds he
all。
TRUTH
When by night the frogs are croaking； kindle but a torch's fire；
Ha！ how soon they all are silent！ Thus Truth silences the liar。
RHYMES
If perhaps these rhymes of mine should sound not well in
strangers' ears；
They have only to bethink them that it happens so with theirs；
For so long as words； like mortals； call a fatherland their own；
They will be most highly valued where they are best and longest
known。
SILENT LOVE
Who love would seek；
Let him love evermore
And seldom speak；
For in love's domain
Silence must reign；
Or it brings the heart
Smart
And pain。
BLESSED ARE THE DEAD
BY SIMON DACH
Oh； how blest are ye whose toils are ended！
Who； through death； have unto God ascended！
Ye have arisen
From the cares which keep us still in prison。
We are still as in a dungeon living；
Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving；
Our undertakings
Are but toils； and troubles； and heart…breakings。
Ye meanwhile； are in your chambers sleeping；
Quiet； and set free from all our weeping；
No cross nor trial
Hinders your enjoyments with denial。
Christ has wiped away your tears for ever；
Ye have that for which we still endeavor。
To you are chanted
Songs which yet no mortal ear have haunted。
Ah！ who would not； then； depart with gladness；
To inherit heaven for earthly sadness？
Who here would languish
Longer in bewailing and in anguish？
Come； O Christ； and loose the chains that bind us！
Lead us forth； and cast this world behind us！
With Thee； the Anointed；
Finds the soul its joy and rest appointed。
WANDERER'S NIGHT…SONGS
BY JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE
I
Thou that from the heavens art；
Every pain and sorrow stillest；
And the doubly wretched heart
Doubly with refreshment fillest；
I am weary with contending！
Why this rapture and unrest？
Peace descending
Come； ah； come into my breast！
II
O'er all the hill…tops
Is quiet now；
In all the tree…tops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath；
The birds are asleep in the trees：
Wait； soon like these
Thou too shalt rest。
REMORSE
BY AUGUST VON PLATEN
How I started up in the night； in the night；
Drawn on without rest or reprieval！
The streets； with their watchmen； were lost to my sight；
As I wandered so light
In the night； in the night；
Through the gate with the arch mediaeval。
The mill…brook rushed from the rocky height；
I leaned o'er the bridge in my yearning；
Deep under me watched I the waves in their flight；
As they glided so light
In the night； in the night；
Yet backward not one was returning。
O'erhead were revolving； so countless and bright；
The stars in melodious existence；
And with them the moon； more serenely bedight；
They sparkled so light
In the night； in the night；
Through the magical； measureless distance。
And upward I gazed in the night； in the night；
And again on the waves in their fleeting；
Ah woe！ thou hast wasted thy days in delight；
Now silence thou light；
In the night； in the night；
The remorse in thy heart that is beating。
FORSAKEN。
Something the heart must have to cherish；
Must love and joy and sorrow learn；
Something with passion clasp or perish；
And in itself to ashes burn。
So to this child my heart is clinging；
And its frank eyes； with look intense；
Me from a world of sin are bringing
Back to a world of innocence。
Disdain must thou endure forever；
Strong may thy heart in danger be！
Thou shalt not fail！ but ah； be never
False as thy father was to me。
Never will I forsake thee； faithless；
And thou thy mother ne'er forsake；
Until her lips are white and breathless；
Until in death her eyes shall break。
ALLAH
BY SIEGFRIED AUGUST MAHLMANN
Allah gives light in darkness；
Allah gives rest in pain；
Cheeks that are white with weeping
Allah paints red again。
The flowers and the blossoms wither；
Years vanish with flying fleet；
But my heart will live on forever；
That here in sadness beat。
Gladly to Allah's dwelling
Yonder would I take flight；
There will the darkness vanish；
There will my eyes have sight。
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FROM THE ANGLO…SAXON
THE GRAVE
For thee was a house built
Ere thou wast born；
For thee was a mould meant
Ere thou of mother camest。
But it is not made ready；
Nor its depth measured；
Nor is it seen
How long it shall be。
Now I bring thee
Where thou shalt be；
Now I shall measure thee；
And the mould afterwards。
Thy house is not
Highly timbered；
It is unhigh and low；
When thou art therein；
The heel…ways are low；
The side…ways unhigh。
The roof is built
Thy breast full nigh；
So thou shalt in mould
Dwell full cold；
Dimly and dark。
Doorless is that house；
And dark it is within；
There thou art fast detained
And Death hath the key。
Loathsome is that earth…house；
And grim within to dwell。
There thou shalt dwell；
And worms shall divide thee。
Thus thou art laid；
And leavest thy friends
Thou hast no friend；
Who will come to thee；
Who will ever see
How that house pleaseth thee；
Who will ever open
The door for thee；
And descend after thee；
For soon thou art loathsome
And hateful to see。
BEOWULF'S EXPEDITION TO HEORT。
Thus then； much care…worn；
The son of Healfden
Sorrowed evermore；
Nor might the prudent hero
His woes avert。
The war was too hard；
Too loath and longsome；
That on the people came；
Dire wrath and grim；
Of night…woes the worst。
This from home heard
Higelac's Thane；
Good among the Goths；
Grendel's deeds。
He was of mankind
In might the strongest；
At that day
Of this life；
Noble and stalwart。
He bade him a sea…ship；
A goodly one； prepare。
Quoth he； the war…king；
Over the swan's road；
Seek he would
The mighty monarch；
Since he wanted men。
For him that journey
His prudent fellows
Straight made ready；
Those that loved him。
They excited their souls；
The omen they beheld。
Had the good…man
Of the Gothic people
Champions chosen；
Of those that keenest
He might find；
Some fifteen men。
The sea…wood sought he。
The warrior showed；
Sea…crafty man！
The land…marks；
And first went forth。
The ship was on the waves；
Boat under the cliffs。
The barons ready
To the prow mounted。
The streams they whirled
The sea against the sands。
The chieftains bore
On the naked breast
Bright ornaments；
War…gear； Goth…like。
The men shoved off；
Men on their willing way；
The bounden wood。
Then went over the sea…waves；
Hurried by the wind；
The ship with foamy neck；
Most like a sea…fowl；
Till about one hour
Of the second day
The curved prow
Had passed onward
So that the sailors
The land saw；
The shore…cliffs shining；
Mountains steep；
And broad sea…noses。
Then was the sea…sailing
Of the Earl at an end。
Then up speedily
The Weather people
On the land went；
The sea…bark moored；
Their mail…sarks shook；
Their war…weeds。
God thanked they；
That to them the sea…journey
Easy had been。
Then from the wall beheld
The warden of the Scyldings；
He who the sea…cliffs
Had in his keeping；
Bear o'er the balks
The bright shields；
The war…weapons speedily。
Him the doubt disturbed
In his mind's thought；
What these men might be。
Went then to the shore；
On his steed riding；
The Thane of Hrothgar。
Before the host he shook
His warden's…staff in hand；
In measured words demanded：
〃What men are ye
War…gear wearing；
Host in harness；
Who thus the brown keel
Over the water…street
Leading come
Hither over the sea？
I these boundaries
As shore…warden hold；
That in the Land of the Danes
Nothing loathsome
With a ship…crew
Scathe us might。 。 。 。
Ne'er saw I mightier
Earl upon earth
Than is your own；
Hero in harness。
Not seldom this warrior
Is in weapons distinguished；
Never his beauty belies him；
His peerless countenance！
Now would I fain
Your origin know；
Ere ye forth
As false spies
Into the Land of the Danes
Farther fare。
Now； ye dwellers afar…off！
Ye sailors of the sea！
Listen to my
One…fold thought。
Quickest is best
To make known
Whence your coming may be。〃
THE SOUL'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THE BODY
FROM THE ANGLO…SAXON
Much it behoveth
Each one of mortals；
That he his soul's journey
In himself ponder；
How deep it may be。
When Death cometh；
The bonds he breaketh
By which were united
The soul and the body。
Long it is thenceforth
Ere the soul taketh
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