the complete poetical works-第218节
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By which were united
The soul and the body。
Long it is thenceforth
Ere the soul taketh
From God himself
Its woe or its weal；
As in the world erst；
Even in its earth…vessel；
It wrought before。
The soul shall come
Wailing with loud voice；
After a sennight；
The soul； to find
The body
That it erst dwelt in；
Three hundred winters；
Unless ere that worketh
The Eternal Lord；
The Almighty God；
The end of the world。
Crieth then； so care…worn；
With cold utterance；
And speaketh grimly；
The ghost to the dust：
〃Dry dust！ thou dreary one！
How little didst thou labor for me！
In the foulness of earth
Thou all wearest away
Like to the loam！
Little didst thou think
How thy soul's journey
Would be thereafter；
When from the body
It should be led forth。〃
FROM THE FRENCH
SONG
FROM THE PARADISE OF LOVE
Hark！ hark！
Pretty lark！
Little heedest thou my pain！
But if to these longing arms
Pitying Love would yield the charms
Of the fair
With smiling air；
Blithe would beat my heart again。
Hark！ hark！
Pretty lark！
Little heedest thou my pain！
Love may force me still to bear；
While he lists； consuming care；
But in anguish
Though I languish；
Faithful shall my heart remain。
Hark！ hark！
Pretty lark！
Little heedest thou my pain！
Then cease； Love； to torment me so；
But rather than all thoughts forego
Of the fair
With flaxen hair；
Give me back her frowns again。
Hark！ hark！
Pretty lark！
Little heedest thou my pain！
SONG
And whither goest thou； gentle sigh；
Breathed so softly in my ear？
Say； dost thou bear his fate severe
To Love's poor martyr doomed to die？
Come； tell me quickly；do not lie；
What secret message bring'st thou here？
And whither goest thou； gentle sigh；
Breathed so softly in my ear？
May heaven conduct thee to thy will
And safely speed thee on thy way；
This only I would humbly pray；
Pierce deep；but oh！ forbear to kill。
And whither goest thou； gentle sigh；
Breathed so softly in my ear？
THE RETURN OF SPRING
BY CHARLES D'ORLEANS
Now Time throws off his cloak again
Of ermined frost； and wind； and rain；
And clothes him in the embroidery
Of glittering sun and clear blue sky。
With beast and bird the forest rings；
Each in his jargon cries or sings；
And Time throws off his cloak again。
Of ermined frost； and wind； and rain。
River； and fount； and tinkling brook
Wear in their dainty livery
Drops of silver jewelry；
In new…made suit they merry look；
And Time throws off his cloak again
Of ermined frost； and wind； and rain。
SPRING
BY CHARLES D'ORLEANS
Gentle Spring！ in sunshine clad；
Well dost thou thy power display！
For Winter maketh the light heart sad；
And thou； thou makest the sad heart gay。
He sees thee； and calls to his gloomy train；
The sleet； and the snow； and the wind； and the rain；
And they shrink away； and they flee in fear；
When thy merry step draws near。
Winter giveth the fields and the trees； so old；
Their beards of icicles and snow；
And the rain； it raineth so fast and cold；
We must cower over the embers low；
And； snugly housed from the wind and weather；
Mope like birds that are changing feather。
But the storm retires； and the sky grows clear；
When thy merry step draws near。
Winter maketh the sun in the gloomy sky
Wrap him round with a mantle of cloud；
But； Heaven be praised； thy step is nigh；
Thou tearest away the mournful shroud；
And the earth looks bright； and Winter surly；
Who has toiled for naught both late and early；
Is banished afar by the new…born year；
When thy merry step draws near。
THE CHILD ASLEEP
BY CLOTILDE DE SURVILLE
Sweet babe！ true portrait of thy father's face；
Sleep on the bosom that thy lips have pressed！
Sleep； little one； and closely； gently place
Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother's breast。
Upon that tender eye； my little friend；
Soft sleep shall come； that cometh not to me！
I watch to see thee； nourish thee； defend；
'T is sweet to watch for thee； alone for thee！
His arms fall down； sleep sits upon his brow；
His eye is closed； he sleeps； nor dreams of harm。
Wore not his cheek the apple's ruddy glow；
Would you not say he slept on Death's cold arm？
Awake； my boy！ I tremble with affright！
Awake； and chase this fatal thought！ Unclose
Thine eye but for one moment on the light！
Even at the price of thine； give me repose！
Sweet error！ he but slept； I breathe again；
Come； gentle dreams； the hour of sleep beguile！
O； when shall he； for whom I sigh in vain；
Beside me watch to see thy waking smile？
DEATH OF ARCHBISHOP TURPIN
FROM THE CHANSON DE ROLAND
The Archbishop； whom God loved in high degree；
Beheld his wounds all bleeding fresh and free；
And then his cheek more ghastly grew and wan；
And a faint shudder through his members ran。
Upon the battle…field his knee was bent；
Brave Roland saw； and to his succor went；
Straightway his helmet from his brow unlaced；
And tore the shining hauberk from his breast。
Then raising in his arms the man of God；
Gently he laid him on the verdant sod。
Rest； Sire；〃 he cried；〃for rest thy suffering needs。〃
The priest replied； 〃Think but of warlike deeds！
The field is ours； well may we boast this strife！
But death steals on；there is no hope of life；
In paradise； where Almoners live again；
There are our couches spread； there shall we rest from pain。
Sore Roland grieved； nor marvel I； alas！
That thrice he swooned upon the thick green grass。
When he revived； with a loud voice cried he；
〃O Heavenly Father！ Holy Saint Marie！
Why lingers death to lay me in my grave！
Beloved France！ how have the good and brave
Been torn from thee； and left thee weak and poor！〃
Then thoughts of Aude； his lady…love； came o'er
His spirit； and he whispered soft and slow；
〃My gentle friend！what parting full of woe！
Never so true a liegeman shalt thou see；
Whate'er my fate； Christ's benison on thee！
Christ； who did save from realms of woe beneath；
The Hebrew Prophets from the second death。〃
Then to the Paladins； whom well he knew；
He went； and one by one unaided drew
To Turpin's side； well skilled in ghostly lore；
No heart had he to smile； but； weeping sore；
He blessed them in God's name； with faith that He
Would soon vouchsafe to them a glad eternity。
The Archbishop； then； on whom God's benison rest；
Exhausted； bowed his head upon his breast；
His mouth was full of dust and clotted gore；
And many a wound his swollen visage bore。
Slow beats his heart； his panting bosom heaves；
Death comes apace；no hope of cure relieves。
Towards heaven he raised his dying hands and prayed
That God； who for our sins was mortal made；
Born of the Virgin； scorned and crucified；
In paradise would place him by His side。
Then Turpin died in service of Charlon；
In battle great and eke great orison；
'Gainst Pagan host alway strong champion；
God grant to him His holy benison。
THE BLIND GIRL OF CASTEL CUILLE
BY JACQUES JASMIN
Only the Lowland tongue of Scotland might
Rehearse this little tragedy aright；
Let me attempt it with an English quill；
And take； O Reader； for the deed the will。
I
At the foot of the mountain height
Where is perched Castel Cuille；
When the apple； the plum； and the almond tree
In the plain below were growing white；
This is the song one might perceive
On a Wednesday morn of Saint Joseph's Eve：
〃The roads should blossom； the roads should bloom；
So fair a bride shall leave her home！
Should blossom and bloom with garlands gay；
So fair a bride shall pass to…day！〃
This old Te Deum； rustic rites attending；
Seemed from the clouds descending；
When lo！ a merry company
Of rosy village girls； clean as the eye；
Each one with her attendant swain；
Came to the cliff； all singing the same strain；
Resembling there； so near unto the sky；
Rejoicing angels； that kind Heaven has sent
For their delight and our encouragement。
Together blending；
And soon descending
The narrow sweep
Of the hillside steep；
They wind aslant
Towards Saint Amant；
Through leafy alleys
Of verdurous valleys
With merry sallies
Singing their chant：
〃The roads should blossom； the roads should bloom；
So fair a bride shall leave her home！
Should blossom and bloom with garlands gay；
So fair a bride shall pass to…day！
It is Baptiste； and his affianced maiden；
With garlands for the bridal laden！
The sky was blue； without one cloud of gloom；
The sun of March w
