charmides and other-第3部分

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Of　fishes　flecked　with　tawny　scales　will　thread

The　drifting　cordage　of　the　shattered　wreck；

And　honey…coloured　amber　beads　our　twining　limbs　will　deck。'



But　when　that　baffled　Lord　of　War　the　Sun

With　gaudy　pennon　flying　passed　away

Into　his　brazen　House；　and　one　by　one

The　little　yellow　stars　began　to　stray

Across　the　field　of　heaven；　ah！　then　indeed

She　feared　his　lips　upon　her　lips　would　never　care　to　feed；



And　cried；　'Awake；　already　the　pale　moon

Washes　the　trees　with　silver；　and　the　wave

Creeps　grey　and　chilly　up　this　sandy　dune；

The　croaking　frogs　are　out；　and　from　the　cave

The　nightjar　shrieks；　the　fluttering　bats　repass；

And　the　brown　stoat　with　hollow　flanks　creeps　through　the　dusky

grass。



Nay；　though　thou　art　a　god；　be　not　so　coy；

For　in　yon　stream　there　is　a　little　reed

That　often　whispers　how　a　lovely　boy

Lay　with　her　once　upon　a　grassy　mead；

Who　when　his　cruel　pleasure　he　had　done

Spread　wings　of　rustling　gold　and　soared　aloft　into　the　sun。



Be　not　so　coy；　the　laurel　trembles　still

With　great　Apollo's　kisses；　and　the　fir

Whose　clustering　sisters　fringe　the　seaward　hill

Hath　many　a　tale　of　that　bold　ravisher

Whom　men　call　Boreas；　and　I　have　seen

The　mocking　eyes　of　Hermes　through　the　poplar's　silvery　sheen。



Even　the　jealous　Naiads　call　me　fair；

And　every　morn　a　young　and　ruddy　swain

Woos　me　with　apples　and　with　locks　of　hair；

And　seeks　to　soothe　my　virginal　disdain

By　all　the　gifts　the　gentle　wood…nymphs　love；

But　yesterday　he　brought　to　me　an　iris…plumaged　dove



With　little　crimson　feet；　which　with　its　store

Of　seven　spotted　eggs　the　cruel　lad

Had　stolen　from　the　lofty　sycamore

At　daybreak；　when　her　amorous　comrade　had

Flown　off　in　search　of　berried　juniper

Which　most　they　love；　the　fretful　wasp；　that　earliest　vintager



Of　the　blue　grapes；　hath　not　persistency

So　constant　as　this　simple　shepherd…boy

For　my　poor　lips；　his　joyous　purity

And　laughing　sunny　eyes　might　well　decoy

A　Dryad　from　her　oath　to　Artemis；

For　very　beautiful　is　he；　his　mouth　was　made　to　kiss；



His　argent　forehead；　like　a　rising　moon

Over　the　dusky　hills　of　meeting　brows；

Is　crescent　shaped；　the　hot　and　Tyrian　noon

Leads　from　the　myrtle…grove　no　goodlier　spouse

For　Cytheraea；　the　first　silky　down

Fringes　his　blushing　cheeks；　and　his　young　limbs　are　strong　and

brown；



And　he　is　rich；　and　fat　and　fleecy　herds

Of　bleating　sheep　upon　his　meadows　lie；

And　many　an　earthen　bowl　of　yellow　curds

Is　in　his　homestead　for　the　thievish　fly

To　swim　and　drown　in；　the　pink　clover　mead

Keeps　its　sweet　store　for　him；　and　he　can　pipe　on　oaten　reed。



And　yet　I　love　him　not；　it　was　for　thee

I　kept　my　love；　I　knew　that　thou　would'st　come

To　rid　me　of　this　pallid　chastity；

Thou　fairest　flower　of　the　flowerless　foam

Of　all　the　wide　AEgean；　brightest　star

Of　ocean's　azure　heavens　where　the　mirrored　planets　are！



I　knew　that　thou　would'st　come；　for　when　at　first

The　dry　wood　burgeoned；　and　the　sap　of　spring

Swelled　in　my　green　and　tender　bark　or　burst

To　myriad　multitudinous　blossoming

Which　mocked　the　midnight　with　its　mimic　moons

That　did　not　dread　the　dawn；　and　first　the　thrushes'　rapturous

tunes



Startled　the　squirrel　from　its　granary；

And　cuckoo　flowers　fringed　the　narrow　lane；

Through　my　young　leaves　a　sensuous　ecstasy

Crept　like　new　wine；　and　every　mossy　vein

Throbbed　with　the　fitful　pulse　of　amorous　blood；

And　the　wild　winds　of　passion　shook　my　slim　stem's　maidenhood。



The　trooping　fawns　at　evening　came　and　laid

Their　cool　black　noses　on　my　lowest　boughs；

And　on　my　topmost　branch　the　blackbird　made

A　little　nest　of　grasses　for　his　spouse；

And　now　and　then　a　twittering　wren　would　light

On　a　thin　twig　which　hardly　bare　the　weight　of　such　delight。



I　was　the　Attic　shepherd's　trysting　place；

Beneath　my　shadow　Amaryllis　lay；

And　round　my　trunk　would　laughing　Daphnis　chase

The　timorous　girl；　till　tired　out　with　play

She　felt　his　hot　breath　stir　her　tangled　hair；

And　turned；　and　looked；　and　fled　no　more　from　such　delightful

snare。



Then　come　away　unto　my　ambuscade

Where　clustering　woodbine　weaves　a　canopy

For　amorous　pleasaunce；　and　the　rustling　shade

Of　Paphian　myrtles　seems　to　sanctify

The　dearest　rites　of　love；　there　in　the　cool

And　green　recesses　of　its　farthest　depth　there　is　pool；



The　ouzel's　haunt；　the　wild　bee's　pasturage；

For　round　its　rim　great　creamy　lilies　float

Through　their　flat　leaves　in　verdant　anchorage；

Each　cup　a　white…sailed　golden…laden　boat

Steered　by　a　dragon…fly；　…　be　not　afraid

To　leave　this　wan　and　wave…kissed　shore；　surely　the　place　was　made



For　lovers　such　as　we；　the　Cyprian　Queen；

One　arm　around　her　boyish　paramour；

Strays　often　there　at　eve；　and　I　have　seen

The　moon　strip　off　her　misty　vestiture

For　young　Endymion's　eyes；　be　not　afraid；

The　panther　feet　of　Dian　never　tread　that　secret　glade。



Nay　if　thou　will'st；　back　to　the　beating　brine；

Back　to　the　boisterous　billow　let　us　go；

And　walk　all　day　beneath　the　hyaline

Huge　vault　of　Neptune's　watery　portico；

And　watch　the　purple　monsters　of　the　deep

Sport　in　ungainly　play；　and　from　his　lair　keen　Xiphias　leap。



For　if　my　mistress　find　me　lying　here

She　will　not　ruth　or　gentle　pity　show；

But　lay　her　boar…spear　down；　and　with　austere

Relentless　fingers　string　the　cornel　bow；

And　draw　the　feathered　notch　against　her　breast；

And　loose　the　arched　cord；　aye；　even　now　upon　the　quest



I　hear　her　hurrying　feet；　…　awake；　awake；

Thou　laggard　in　love's　battle！　once　at　least

Let　me　drink　deep　of　passion's　wine；　and　slake

My　parched　being　with　the　nectarous　feast

Which　even　gods　affect！　　O　come；　Love；　come；

Still　we　have　time　to　reach　the　cavern　of　thine　azure　home。'



Scarce　had　she　spoken　when　the　shuddering　trees

Shook；　and　the　leaves　divided；　and　the　air

Grew　conscious　of　a　god；　and　the　grey　seas

Crawled　backward；　and　a　long　and　dismal　blare

Blew　from　some　tasselled　horn；　a　sleuth…hound　bayed；

And　like　a　flame　a　barbed　reed　flew　whizzing　down　the　glade。



And　where　the　little　flowers　of　her　breast

Just　brake　into　their　milky　blossoming；

This　murderous　paramour；　this　unbidden　guest；

Pierced　and　struck　deep　in　horrid　chambering；

And　ploughed　a　bloody　furrow　with　its　dart；

And　dug　a　long　red　road；　and　cleft　with　winged　death　her　heart。



Sobbing　her　life　out　with　a　bitter　cry

On　the　boy's　body　fell　the　Dryad　maid；

Sobbing　for　incomplete　virginity；

And　raptures　unenjoyed；　and　pleasures　dead；

And　all　the　pain　of　things　unsatisfied；

And　the　bright　drops　of　crimson　youth　crept　down　her　throbbing

side。



Ah！　pitiful　it　was　to　hear　her　moan；

And　very　pitiful　to　see　her　die

Ere　she　had　yielded　up　her　sweets；　or　known

The　joy　of　passion；　that　dread　mystery

Which　not　to　know　is　not　to　live　at　all；

And　yet　to　know　is　to　be　held　in　death's　most　deadly　thrall。



But　as　it　hapt　the　Queen　of　Cythere；

Who　with　Adonis　all　night　long　had　lain

Within　some　shepherd's　hut　in　Arcady；

On　team　of　silver　doves　and　gilded　wain

Was　journeying　Paphos…ward；　high　up　afar

From　mortal　ken　between　the　mountains　and　the　morning　star；



And　when　low　down　she　spied　the　hapless　pair；

And　heard　the　Oread's　faint　despairing　cry；

Whose　cadence　seemed　to　play　upon　the　air

As　though　it　were　a　viol；　hastily

She　bade　her　pigeons　fold　each　straining　plume；

And　dropt　to　earth；　and　reached　the　strand；　and　saw　their　dolorous

doom。



For　as　a　gardener　turning　back　his　head

To　catch　the　last　notes　of　the　linnet；　mows

With　careless　scythe　too　near　some　flower　bed；

And　cuts　the　thorny　pillar　of　the　rose；

And　with　the　flower's　loosened　loneliness

Strews　the　brown　mould；　or　as　some　shepherd　lad　in　wantonness



Driving　his　little　flock　along　the　mead

Treads　down　two　daffodils；　which　side　by　aide

Have　lured　the　lady…bird　with　yellow　brede

And　made　the　gaudy　moth　forget　its　pride；

Treads　down　their　brimming　golden　chalices

Under　light　feet　which　were　not　made　for　such　rude　ravages；



Or　as　a　schoolboy　tired　of　his　book

Flings　himself　down　upon　the　reedy　grass

And　plucks　two　water…lilies　from　the　brook；

And　for　a　time　forgets　the　hour　glass；

Then　wearies　of　their　sweets；　and　goes　his　way；

And　lets　the　hot　sun　kill　them；　even　go　these　lovers　lay。



And　Venus　cried；　'It　is　dread　Artemis

Whose　bitter　hand　hath　wrought　this　cruelty；

Or　else　that　mightier　maid　whose　care　it　is

To　guard　her　strong　and　stainless　majesty

Upon　the　hill　Athenian；　…　alas！

That　they　who　loved　so　well　unloved　into　Death's　house　should

pass。'



So　with　soft　hands　she　laid　the　boy　and　girl

In　the　great　golden　waggon　tenderly

（Her　white　throat　whiter　than　a　moony　pearl

Just　threaded　with　a　blue　vein's　tapestry

Had　not　yet　ceased　to　throb；　and　still　her　breast

Swayed　like　a　wind…stirred　lily　in　ambiguous　unrest）



And　then　each　pigeon　spread　its　milky　van；

The　bright　car　soared　into　the　dawning　sky；

And　like　a　cloud　the　aerial　caravan

Passed　over　the　AEgean　silently；

Till　the　faint　air　was　troubled　with　the　song

From　the　wan　mouths　that　call　on　bleeding　Thammuz　all　night　long。



But　when　the　doves　had　reached　their　wonted　goal

Where　the　wide　stair　of　orbed　marble　dips

Its　snows　into　the　sea；　her　fluttering　soul

Just　shook　the　trembling　petals　of　her　lips

And　passed　into　the　void；　and　Venus　knew

That　one　fair　maid　the　less　would　walk　amid　her　retinue；



And　bade　her　servants　carve　a　cedar　chest

With　all　the　wonder　of　this　history；

Within　whose　scented　womb　their　limbs　should　rest

Where　olive…trees　make　tender　the　blue　sky

On　the　low　hills　of　Paphos；　and　the　Faun

Pipes　in　the　noonday；　and　the　nightingale　sings　on　till　dawn。



Nor　failed　they　to　obey　her　hest；　and　ere

The　morning　bee　had　stung　the　daffodil

With　tiny　fretful　spear；　or　from　its　lair

The　waking　stag　had　leapt　across　t