the complete poetical works-第22节
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come back Saint Peter。 Benedicite！
＇Exit。
（A pause。 Then enter BARTOLOME wildly； as if in pursuit； with a
carbine in his hand。）
Bart。 They passed this way！ I hear their horses' hoofs！
Yonder I see them！ Come； sweet caramillo；
This serenade shall be the Gypsy's last！
（Fires down the pass。）
Ha！ ha！ Well whistled； my sweet caramillo！
Well whistled！I have missed her！O my God！
（The shot is returned。 BARTOLOME falls）。
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THE BELFRY OF BRUGES AND OTHER POEMS
THE BELFRY OF BRUGES
CARILLON
In the ancient town of Bruges；
In the quaint old Flemish city；
As the evening shades descended；
Low and loud and sweetly blended；
Low at times and loud at times；
And changing like a poet's rhymes；
Rang the beautiful wild chimes
From the Belfry in the market
Of the ancient town of Bruges。
Then； with deep sonorous clangor
Calmly answering their sweet anger；
When the wrangling bells had ended；
Slowly struck the clock eleven；
And； from out the silent heaven；
Silence on the town descended。
Silence； silence everywhere；
On the earth and in the air；
Save that footsteps here and there
Of some burgher home returning；
By the street lamps faintly burning；
For a moment woke the echoes
Of the ancient town of Bruges。
But amid my broken slumbers
Still I heard those magic numbers；
As they loud proclaimed the flight
And stolen marches of the night；
Till their chimes in sweet collision
Mingled with each wandering vision；
Mingled with the fortune…telling
Gypsy…bands of dreams and fancies；
Which amid the waste expanses
Of the silent land of trances
Have their solitary dwelling；
All else seemed asleep in Bruges；
In the quaint old Flemish city。
And I thought how like these chimes
Are the poet's airy rhymes；
All his rhymes and roundelays；
His conceits； and songs； and ditties；
From the belfry of his brain；
Scattered downward； though in vain；
On the roofs and stones of cities！
For by night the drowsy ear
Under its curtains cannot hear；
And by day men go their ways；
Hearing the music as they pass；
But deeming it no more； alas！
Than the hollow sound of brass。
Yet perchance a sleepless wight；
Lodging at some humble inn
In the narrow lanes of life；
When the dusk and hush of night
Shut out the incessant din
Of daylight and its toil and strife；
May listen with a calm delight
To the poet's melodies；
Till he hears； or dreams he hears；
Intermingled with the song；
Thoughts that he has cherished long；
Hears amid the chime and singing
The bells of his own village ringing；
And wakes； and finds his slumberous eyes
Wet with most delicious tears。
Thus dreamed I； as by night I lay
In Bruges； at the Fleur…de…Ble；
Listening with a wild delight
To the chimes that； through the night
Bang their changes from the Belfry
Of that quaint old Flemish city。
THE BELFRY OF BRUGES
In the market…place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown；
Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded； still it watches o'er the
town。
As the summer morn was breaking； on that lofty tower I stood；
And the world threw off the darkness； like the weeds of
widowhood。
Thick with towns and hamlets studded； and with streams and vapors
gray；
Like a shield embossed with silver； round and vast the landscape
lay。
At my feet the city slumbered。 From its chimneys； here and
there；
Wreaths of snow…white smoke； ascending； vanished； ghost…like；
into air。
Not a sound rose from the city at that early morning hour；
But I heard a heart of iron beating in the ancient tower。
From their nests beneath the rafters sang the swallows wild and
high；
And the world； beneath me sleeping； seemed more distant than the
sky。
Then most musical and solemn； bringing back the olden times；
With their strange； unearthly changes rang the melancholy chimes；
Like the psalms from some old cloister； when the nuns sing in the
choir；
And the great bell tolled among them； like the chanting of a
friar。
Visions of the days departed； shadowy phantoms filled my brain；
They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again；
All the Foresters of Flanders；mighty Baldwin Bras de Fer；
Lyderick du Bucq and Cressy Philip； Guy de Dampierre。
I beheld the pageants splendid that adorned those days of old；
Stately dames； like queens attended； knights who bore the Fleece
of Gold
Lombard and Venetian merchants with deep…laden argosies；
Ministers from twenty nations； more than royal pomp and ease。
I beheld proud Maximilian； kneeling humbly on the ground；
I beheld the gentle Mary； hunting with her hawk and hound；
And her lighted bridal…chamber； where a duke slept with the
queen；
And the armed guard around them； and the sword unsheathed
between。
I beheld the Flemish weavers； with Namur and Juliers bold；
Marching homeward from the bloody battle of the Spurs of Gold；
Saw the light at Minnewater； saw the White Hoods moving west；
Saw great Artevelde victorious scale the Golden Dragon's nest。
And again the whiskered Spaniard all the land with terror smote；
And again the wild alarum sounded from the tocsin's throat；
Till the bell of Ghent responded o'er lagoon and dike of sand；
〃I am Roland！ I am Roland！ there is victory in the land！〃
Then the sound of drums aroused me。 The awakened city's roar
Chased the phantoms I had summoned back into their graves once
more。
Hours had passed away like minutes； and； before I was aware；
Lo！ the shadow of the belfry crossed the sun…illumined square。
A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE
This is the place。 Stand still； my steed；
Let me review the scene；
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been。
The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time's flowing tide；
Like footprints hidden by a brook；
But seen on either side。
Here runs the highway to the town；
There the green lane descends；
Through which I walked to church with thee；
O gentlest of my friends！
The shadow of the linden…trees
Lay moving on the grass；
Between them and the moving boughs；
A shadow； thou didst pass。
Thy dress was like the lilies；
And thy heart as pure as they：
One of God's holy messengers
Did walk with me that day。
I saw the branches of the trees
Bend down thy touch to meet；
The clover…blossoms in the grass
Rise up to kiss thy feet；
〃Sleep； sleep to…day； tormenting cares；
Of earth and folly born！〃
Solemnly sang the village choir
On that sweet Sabbath morn。
Through the closed blinds the golden sun
Poured in a dusty beam；
Like the celestial ladder seen
By Jacob in his dream。
And ever and anon； the wind；
Sweet…scented with the hay；
Turned o'er the hymn…book's fluttering leaves
That on the window lay。
Long was the good man's sermon；
Yet it seemed not so to me；
For he spake of Ruth the beautiful；
And still I thought of thee。
Long was the prayer he uttered；
Yet it seemed not so to me；
For in my heart I prayed with him；
And still I thought of thee。
But now； alas！ the place seems changed；
Thou art no longer here：
Part of the sunshine of the scene
With thee did disappear。
Though thoughts； deep…rooted in my heart；
Like pine…trees dark and high；
Subdue the light of noon； and breathe
A low and ceaseless sigh；
This memory brightens o'er the past；
As when the sun； concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs
Shines on a distant field。
THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD
This is the Arsenal。 From floor to ceiling；
Like a huge organ； rise the burnished arms；
But front their silent pipes no anthem pealing
Startles the villages with strange alarms。
Ah！ what a sound will rise； how wild and dreary；
When the death…angel touches those swift keys
What loud lament and dismal Miserere
Will mingle with their awful symphonies
I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus；
The cries of agony； the endless groan；
Which； through the ages that have gone before us；
In long reverberations reach our own。
On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer；
Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song；
And loud； amid the universal clamor；
O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong。
I hear the Florentine； who from his palace
Wheels out his battle…bell with dreadful din；
And Aztec priests upon their teocallis
Beat the wild war…drums made of serpent's skin；
The tumult of each sacked and burning village；
The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns；
The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage；
The wail of famine in beleaguered towns；
The bursting shell； the gateway wrenched asunder；
The rattling musketry； the clashing blade；
And ever and anon； in
