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endymion- a poetic romance-第6部分

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        Down twenty little falls; through reeds and bramble;

        Tracing along; it brought me to a cave;

        Whence it ran brightly forth; and white did lave

        The nether sides of mossy stones and rock;…

        'Mong which it gurgled blythe adieus; to mock

        Its own sweet grief at parting。 Overhead;

        Hung a lush screen of drooping weeds; and spread

        Thick; as to curtain up some wood…nymph's home。

       'Ah! impious mortal; whither do I roam?'

        Said I; low voic'd: 'Ah; whither! 'Tis the grot

       'Of Proserpine; when Hell; obscure and hot;

       'Doth her resign; and where her tender hands

       'She dabbles; on the cool and sluicy sands:

       'Or 'tis the cell of Echo; where she sits;

       'And babbles thorough silence; till her wits

       'Are gone in tender madness; and anon;

       'Faints into sleep; with many a dying tone

       'Of sadness。 O that she would take my vows;

       'And breathe them sighingly among the boughs;

       'To sue her gentle ears for whose fair head;

       'Daily; I pluck sweet flowerets from their bed;

       'And weave them dyingly… send honey…whispers

       'Round every leaf; that all those gentle lispers

       'May sigh my love unto her pitying!

       'O charitable Echo! hear; and sing

       'This ditty to her!… tell her'… so I stay'd

        My foolish tongue; and listening; half afraid;

        Stood stupefied with my own empty folly;

        And blushing for the freaks of melancholy。

        Salt tears were coming; when I heard my name

        Most fondly lipp'd; and then these accents came:

       'Endymion! the cave is secreter

       'Than the Isle of Delos。 Echo hence shall stir

       'No sighs but sigh…warm kisses; or light noise

       'Of thy combing hand; the while it travelling cloys

       'And trembles through my labyrinthine hair。'

        At that oppress'd I hurried in。… Ah! where

        Are those swift moments? Whither are they fled?

        I'll smile no more; Peona; nor will wed

        Sorrow the way to death; but patiently

        Bear up against it: so farewell; sad sigh;

        And come instead demurest meditation;

        To occupy me wholly; and to fashion

        My pilgrimage for the world's dusky brink。

        No more will I count over; link by link;

        My chain of grief: no longer strive to find

        A half…forgetfulness in mountain wind

        Blustering about my ears: aye; thou shalt see;

        Dearest of sisters; what my life shall be;

        What a calm round of hours shall make my days。

        There is a paly flame of hope that plays

        Where'er I look: but yet; I'll say 'tis naught…

        And here I bid it die。 Have not I caught;

        Already; a more healthy countenance?

        By this the sun is setting; we may chance

        Meet some of our near…dwellers with my car。〃



          This said; he rose; faint…smiling like a star

        Through autumn mists; and took Peona's hand:

        They stept into the boat; and launch'd from land。

                        BOOK II。



        O sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!

        All records; saving thine; come cool; and calm;

        And shadowy; through the mist of passed years:

        For others; good or bad; hatred and tears

        Have become indolent; but touching thine;

        One sigh doth echo; one poor sob doth pine;

        One kiss brings honey…dew from buried days。

        The woes of Troy; towers smothering o'er their blaze;

        Stiff…holden shields; far…piercing spears; keen blades;

        Struggling; and blood; and shrieks… all dimly fades

        Into some backward corner of the brain:

        Yet; in our very souls; we feel amain

        The close of Troilus and Cressid sweet。

        Hence; pageant history! hence; gilded cheat!

        Swart planet in the universe of deeds!

        Wide sea; that one continuous murmur breeds

        Along the pebbled shore of memory!

        Many old rotten…timber'd boats there be

        Upon thy vaporous bosom; magnified

        To goodly vessels; many a sail of pride;

        And golden keel'd; is left unlaunch'd and dry。

        But wherefore this? What care; though owl did fly

        About the great Athenian admiral's mast?

        What care; though striding Alexander past

        The Indus with his Macedonian numbers?

        Though old Ulysses tortured from his slumbers

        The glutted Cyclops; what care?… Juliet leaning

        Amid her window…flowers;… sighing;… weaning

        Tenderly her fancy from its maiden snow;

        Doth more avail than these: the silver flow

        Of Hero's tears; the swoon of Imogen;

        Fair Pastorella in the bandit's den;

        Are things to brood on with more ardency

        Than the death…day of empires。 Fearfully

        Must such conviction come upon his head;

        Who; thus far; discontent; has dared to tread;

        Without one muse's smile; or kind behest;

        The path of love and poesy。 But rest;

        In chaffing restlessness; is yet more drear

        Than to be crush'd; in striving to uprear

        Love's standard on the battlements of song。

        So once more days and nights aid me along;

        Like legion'd soldiers。



                                Brain…sick shepherd prince;

        What promise hast thou faithful guarded since

        The day of sacrifice? Or; have new sorrows

        Come with the constant dawn upon thy morrows?

        Alas! 'tis his old grief。 For many days;

        Has he been wandering in uncertain ways:

        Through wilderness; and woods of mossed oaks;

        Counting his woe…worn minutes; by the strokes

        Of the lone woodcutter; and listening still;

        Hour after hour; to each lush…leav'd rill。

        Now he is sitting by a shady spring;

        And elbow…deep with feverous fingering

        Stems the upbursting cold: a wild rose tree

        Pavillions him in bloom; and he doth see

        A bud which snares his fancy: lo! but now

        He plucks it; dips its stalk in the water: how!

        It swells; it buds; it flowers beneath his sight;

        And; in the middle; there is softly pight

        A golden butterfly; upon whose wings

        There must be surely character'd strange things;

        For with wide eye he wonders; and smiles oft。



          Lightly this little herald flew aloft;

        Follow'd by glad Endymion's clasped hands:

        Onward it flies。 From languor's sullen bands

        His limbs are loos'd; and eager; on he hies

        Dazzled to trace it in the sunny skies。

        It seem'd he flew; the way so easy was;

        And like a new…born spirit did he pass

        Through the green evening quiet in the sun;

        O'er many a heath; through many a woodland dun;

        Through buried paths; where sleepy twilight dreams

        The summer time away。 One track unseams

        A wooded cleft; and; far away; the blue

        Of ocean fades upon him; then; anew;

        He sinks adown a solitary glen;

        Where there was never sound of mortal men;

        Saving; perhaps; some snow…light cadences

        Melting to silence; when upon the breeze

        Some holy bark let forth an anthem sweet;

        To cheer itself to Delphi。 Still his feet

        Went swift beneath the merry…winged guide;

        Until it reach'd a splashing fountain's side

        That; near a cavern's mouth; for ever pour'd

        Unto the temperate air: then high it soar'd;

        And; downward; suddenly began to dip;

        As if; athirst with so much toil; 'twould sip

        The crystal spout…head: so it did; with touch

        Most delicate; as though afraid to smutch

        Even with mealy gold the waters clear。

        But; at that very touch; to disappear

        So fairy…quick; was strange! Bewildered;

        Endymion sought around; and shook each bed

        Of covert flowers in vain; and then he flung

        Himself along the grass。 What gentle tongue;

        What whisperer disturb'd his gloomy rest?

        It was a nymph uprisen to the breast

        In the fountain's pebbly margin; and she stood

        'Mong lillies; like the youngest of the brood。

        To him her dripping hand she softly kist;

        And anxiously began to plait and twist

        Her ringlets round her fingers; saying: 〃Youth!

        Too long; alas; hast thou starv'd on the ruth;

        The bitterness of love: too long indeed;

        Seeing thou art so gentle。 Could I weed

        Thy soul of care; by heavens; I would offer

        All the bright riches of my crystal coffer

        To Amphitrite; all my clear…eyed fish;

        Golden; or rainbow…sided; or purplish;

        Vermilion…tail'd; or finn'd with silvery gauze;

        Yea; or my veined pebble…floor; that draws

        A virgin light to the deep; my grotto…sands

        Tawny and gold; ooz'd slowly from far lands

        By my diligent springs; my level lillies; shells;

        My charming rod; my potent river spells;

        Yes; every thing; even to the pearly cup

        Meander gave me;… for I bubbled up

        To fainting creatures in a desert wild。

        But woe is me; I am but as a child

        To gladden thee; and all I dare to say;

        Is; that I pity thee; that on this day

        I've been thy guide; that thou must wander far

        In other regions; past the scanty bar

        To mortal steps; before thou canst be ta'en

        From every wasting sigh; from every pain;

        Into the gentle bosom of thy love。

        Why it is thus; one knows in heaven above:

        But; a poor Naiad; I guess not。 Farewell!

        I have a ditty for my hollow cell。〃



          Hereat; she vanished from Endymion's gaze;

        Who brooded o'er the water in amaze:

        The dashing fount pour'd on; and where its pool

        Lay; half asleep; in grass and rushes cool;

        Quick waterflies and gna
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