endymion- a poetic romance-第5节
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Into a warmer air： a moment more；
Our feet were soft in flowers。 There was store
Of newest joys upon that alp。 Sometimes
A scent of violets； and blossoming limes；
Loiter'd around us； then of honey cells；
Made delicate from all white…flower bells；
And once； above the edges of our nest；
An arch face peep'd；… an Oread as I guess'd。
〃Why did I dream that sleep o'er…power'd me
In midst of all this heaven？ Why not see；
Far off； the shadows of his pinions dark；
And stare them from me？ But no； like a spark
That needs must die； although its little beam
Reflects upon a diamond； my sweet dream
Fell into nothing… into stupid sleep。
And so it was； until a gentle creep；
A careful moving caught my waking ears；
And up I started： Ah！ my sighs； my tears；
My clenched hands：… for lo！ the poppies hung
Dew…dabbled on their stalks； the ouzel sung
A heavy ditty； and the sullen day
Had chidden herald Hesperus away；
With leaden looks： the solitary breeze
Bluster'd； and slept； and its wild self did teaze
With wayward melancholy； and I thought；
Mark me； Peona！ that sometimes it brought
Faint fare…thee…wells； and sigh…shrilled adieus！…
Away I wander'd… all the pleasant hues
Of heaven and earth had faded： deepest shades
Were deepest dungeons； heaths and sunny glades
Were full of pestilent light； our taintless rills
Seem'd sooty； and o'er…spread with upturn'd gills
Of dying fish； the vermeil rose had blown
In frightful scarlet； and its thorns out…grown
Like spiked aloe。 If an innocent bird
Before my heedless footsteps stirr'd； and stirr'd
In little journeys； I beheld in it
A disguis'd demon； missioned to knit
My soul with under darkness； to entice
My stumblings down some monstrous precipice：
Therefore I eager followed； and did curse
The disappointment。 Time； that aged nurse；
Rock'd me to patience。 Now； thank gentle heaven！
These things； with all their comfortings； are given
To my down…sunken hours； and with thee；
Sweet sister； help to stem the ebbing sea
Of weary life。〃
Thus ended he； and both
Sat silent： for the maid was very loth
To answer； feeling well that breathed words
Would all be lost； unheard； and vain as swords
Against the enchased crocodile； or leaps
Of grasshoppers against the sun。 She weeps
And wonders； struggles to devise some blame；
To put on such a look as would say； Shame
On this poor weakness！ but； for all her strife；
She could as soon have crush'd away the life
From a sick dove。 At length； to break the pause；
She said with trembling chance： 〃Is this the cause？
This all？ Yet it is strange； and sad； alas！
That one who through this middle earth should pass
Most like a sojourning demi…god； and leave
His name upon the harp…string； should achieve
No higher bard than simple maidenhood；
Singing alone； and fearfully；… how the blood
Left his young cheek； and how he used to stray
He knew not where； and how he would say； nay；
If any said 'twas love： and yet 'twas love；
What could it be but love？ How a ring…dove
Let fall a sprig of yew tree in his path；
And how he died： and then； that love doth scathe
The gentle heart； as northern blasts do roses；
And then the ballad of his sad life closes
With sighs； and an alas！… Endymion！
Be rather in the trumpet's mouth；… anon
Among the winds at large… that all may hearken！
Although； before the crystal heavens darken；
I watch and dote upon the silver lakes
Pictur'd in western cloudiness； that takes
The semblance of gold rocks and bright gold sands；
Islands； and creeks； and amber…fretted strands
With horses prancing o'er them； palaces
And towers of amethyst；… would I so teaze
My pleasant days； because I could not mount
Into those regions？ The Morphean fount
Of that fine element that visions； dreams；
And fitful whims of sleep are made of； streams
Into its airy channels with so subtle；
So thin a breathing； not the spider's shuttle；
Circled a million times within the space
Of a swallow's nest…door； could delay a trace；
A tinting of its quality： how light
Must dreams themselves be； seeing they're more slight
Than the mere nothing that engenders them！
Then wherefore sully the entrusted gem
Of high and noble life with thoughts so sick？
Why pierce high…fronted honour to the quick
For nothing but a dream？〃 Hereat the youth
Look'd up： a conflicting of shame and ruth
Was in his plaited brow： yet； his eyelids
Widened a little； as when Zephyr bids
A little breeze to creep between the fans
Of careless butterflies： amid his pains
He seem'd to taste a drop of manna…dew；
Full palatable； and a colour grew
Upon his cheek； while thus he lifeful spake。
〃Peona！ ever have I long'd to slake
My thirst for the world's praises： nothing base；
No merely slumberous phantasm； could unlace
The stubborn canvas for my voyage prepar'd…
Though now 'tis tatter'd； leaving my bark bar'd
And sullenly drifting： yet my higher hope
Is of too wide； too rainbow…large a scope；
To fret at myriads of earthly wrecks。
Wherein lies happiness？ In that which becks
Our ready minds to fellowship divine；
A fellowship with essence； till we shine；
Full alchemiz'd； and free of space。 Behold
The clear religion of heaven！ Fold
A rose leaf round thy finger's taperness；
And soothe thy lips： hist； when the airy stress
Of music's kiss impregnates the free winds；
And with a sympathetic touch unbinds
AEolian magic from their lucid wombs：
Then old songs waken from enclouded tombs；
Old ditties sigh above their father's grave；
Ghosts of melodious prophecyings rave
Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot；
Bronze clarions awake； and faintly bruit；
Where long ago a giant battle was；
And； from the turf； a lullaby doth pass
In every place where infant Orpheus slept。
Feel we these things？… that moment have we stept
Into a sort of oneness； and our state
Is like a floating spirit's。 But there are
Richer entanglements； enthralments far
More self…destroying； leading； by degrees；
To the chief intensity： the crown of these
Is made of love and friendship； and sits high
Upon the forehead of humanity。
All its more ponderous and bulky worth
Is friendship； whence there ever issues forth
A steady splendour； but at the tip…top；
There hangs by unseen film； an orbed drop
Of light； and that is love： its influence；
Thrown in our eyes； genders a novel sense；
At which we start and fret； till in the end；
Melting into its radiance； we blend；
Mingle； and so become a part of it；…
Nor with aught else can our souls interknit
So wingedly： when we combine therewith；
Life's self is nourish'd by its proper pith；
And we are nurtured like a pelican brood。
Aye； so delicious is the unsating food；
That men； who might have tower'd in the van
Of all the congregated world； to fan
And winnow from the coming step of time
All chaff of custom； wipe away all slime
Left by men…slugs and human serpentry；
Have been content to let occasion die；
Whilst they did sleep in love's elysium。
And； truly； I would rather be struck dumb；
Than speak against this ardent listlessness：
For I have ever thought that it might bless
The world with benefits unknowingly；
As does the nightingale； upperched high；
And cloister'd among cool and bunched leaves…
She sings but to her love； nor e'er conceives
How tiptoe Night holds back her dark…grey hood。
Just so may love； although 'tis understood
The mere commingling of passionate breath；
Produce more than our searching witnesseth：
What I know not： but who； of men； can tell
That flowers would bloom； or that green fruit would swell
To melting pulp； that fish would have bright mail；
The earth its dower of river； wood； and vale；
The meadows runnels； runnels
