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the home book of verse-3-第19部分
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Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake;
Voice of sweet song! Awake; my Heart; awake!
Green vales and icy cliffs; all join my Hymn。
Thou first and chief; sole sovereign of the Vale!
O; struggling with the darkness all the night;
And visited all night by troops of stars;
Or when they climb the sky or when they sink:
Companion of the morning…star at dawn;
Thyself Earth's rosy star; and of the dawn
Co…herald: wake; O wake; and utter praise!
Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth?
Who filled thy countenance with rosy light?
Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
And you; ye five wild torrents fiercely glad!
Who called you forth from night and utter death;
From dark and icy caverns called you forth;
Down those precipitous; black; jagged rocks;
For ever shattered and the same for ever?
Who gave you your invulnerable life;
Your strength; your speed; your fury; and your joy;
Unceasing thunder and eternal foam?
And who commanded (and the silence came);
Here let the billows stiffen; and have rest?
Ye ice…falls! ye that from the mountain's brow
Adown enormous ravines slope amain …
Torrents; methinks; that heard a mighty voice;
And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven
Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun
Clothe you with rainbows? Who; with living flowers
Of loveliest blue; spread garlands at your feet? …
God! let the torrents; like a shout of nations;
Answer! and let the ice…plains echo; God!
God! sing ye meadow…streams with gladsome voice!
Ye pine…groves; with your soft and soul…like sounds!
And they too have a voice; yon piles of snow;
And in their perilous fall shall thunder; God!
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest!
Ye eagles; playmates of the mountain…storm!
Ye lightnings; the dread arrows of the clouds!
Ye signs and wonders of the elements!
Utter forth God; and fill the hills with praise!
Thou too; hoar Mount! with thy sky…pointing peaks;
Oft from whose feet the avalanche; unheard;
Shoots downward; glittering through the pure serene;
Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast …
Thou too again; stupendous Mountain! thou
That as I raise my head; awhile bowed low
In adoration; upward from thy base
Slow traveling with dim eyes suffused with tears;
Solemnly seemest; like a vapory cloud;
To rise before me … Rise; O ever rise!
Rise like a cloud of incense; from the Earth!
Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills;
Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven;
Great Hierarch! tell thou the silent sky;
And tell the stars; and tell yon rising sun;
Earth; with her thousand voices; praises God。
Samuel Taylor Coleridge '1772…1834'
THE PEAKS
In the night
Gray; heavy clouds muffled the valleys;
And the peaks looked toward God alone。
〃O Master; that movest the wind with a finger;
Humble; idle; futile peaks are we。
Grant that we may run swiftly across the world
To huddle in worship at Thy feet。〃
In the morning
A noise of men at work came through the clear blue miles;
And the little black cities were apparent。
〃O Master; that knowest the meaning of raindrops;
Humble; idle; futile peaks are we。
Give voice to us; we pray; O Lord;
That we may sing Thy goodness to the sun。〃
In the evening
The far valleys were sprinkled with tiny lights。
〃O Master;
Thou that knowest the value of kings and birds;
Thou hast made us humble; idle; futile peaks。
Thou only needest eternal patience;
We bow to Thy wisdom; O Lord …
Humble; idle; futile peaks。〃
In the night
Gray; heavy clouds muffled the valleys;
And the peaks looked toward God alone。
Stephen Crane '1871…1900'
KINCHINJUNGA
Next To Everest Highest Of Mountains
O white priest of Eternity; around
Whose lofty summit veiling clouds arise
Of the earth's immemorial sacrifice
To Brahma; in whose breath all lives and dies;
O hierarch enrobed in timeless snows;
First…born of Asia; whose maternal throes
Seem changed now to a million human woes;
Holy thou art and still! Be so; nor sound
One sigh of all the mystery in thee found。
For in this world too much is overclear;
Immortal ministrant to many lands;
From whose ice altars flow; to fainting sands;
Rivers that each libation poured expands。
Too much is known; O Ganges…giving sire:
Thy people fathom life; and find it dire;
Thy people fathom death; and; in it; fire
To live again; though in Illusion's sphere;
Behold concealed as grief is in a tear。
Wherefore continue; still enshrined; thy rites;
Though dark Tibet; that dread ascetic; falls;
In strange austerity; whose trance appals; …
Before thee; and a suppliant on thee calls。
Continue still thy silence high and sure;
That something beyond fleeting may endure …
Something that shall forevermore allure
Imagination on to mystic flights
Wherein alone no wing of evil lights。
Yea; wrap thy awful gulfs and acolytes
Of lifted granite round with reachless snows。
Stand for eternity; while pilgrim rows
Of all the nations envy thy repose。
Ensheath thy swart sublimities; unscaled;
Be that alone on earth which has not failed;
Be that which never yet has yearned nor ailed;
But since primeval Power upreared thy heights
Has stood above all deaths and all delights。
And though thy loftier brother shall be king;
High…priest be thou to Brahma unrevealed;
While thy white sanctity forever sealed
In icy silence leaves desire congealed。
In ghostly ministrations to the sun;
And to the mendicant stars and the moon…nun;
Be holy still; till east to west has run;
And till no sacrificial suffering
On any shrine is left to tell life's sting。
Cale Young Rice '1872…
THE HILLS
Mussoorie and Chakrata Hill
The Jumna flows between
And from Chakrata's hills afar
Mussoorie's vale is seen。
The mountains sing together
In cloud or sunny weather;
The Jumna; through their tether;
Foams white or plunges green。
The mountains stand and laugh at Time;
They pillar up the Earth;
They watch the ages pass; they bring
New centuries to birth。
They feel the daybreak shiver;
They see Time passing ever;
As flows the Jumna River
As breaks the white sea…surf。
They drink the sun in a golden cup
And in blue mist the rain;
With a sudden brightening they meet the lightning
Or ere it strikes the plain。
They seize the sullen thunder
And take it up for plunder
And cast it down and under;
And up and back again。 。 。 。
。 。 。 Here; in the hills of ages
I met thee face to face;
O mother Earth; O lover Earth;
Look down on me with grace。
Give me thy passion burning;
And thy strong patience; turning
All wrath to power; all yearning
To truth; thy dwelling…place。
Julian Grenfell '1888…1915'
HEMLOCK MOUNTAIN
By orange grove and palm…tree; we walked the southern shore;
Each day more still and golden than was the day before。
That calm and languid sunshine! How faint it made us grow
To look on Hemlock Mountain when the storm hangs low!
To see its rocky pastures; its sparse but hardy corn;
The mist roll off its forehead before a harvest morn;
To hear the pine…trees crashing across its gulfs of snow
Upon a roaring midnight when the whirlwinds blow。
Tell not of lost Atlantis; or fabled Avalon;
The olive; or the vineyard; no winter breathes upon;
Away from Hemlock Mountain we could not well forego;
For all the summer islands where the gulf tides flow。
Sarah N。 Cleghorn '1876…
SUNRISE ON RYDAL WATER
Come down at dawn from windless hills
Into the valley of the lake;
Where yet a larger quiet fills
The hour; and mist and water make
With rocks and reeds and island boughs
One silence and one element;
Where wonder goes surely as once
It went
By Galilean prows。
Moveless the water and the mist;
Moveless the secret air above;
Hushed; as upon some happy tryst
The poised expectancy of love;
What spirit is it that adores
What mighty presence yet unseen?
What consummation works apace
Between
These rapt enchanted shores?
Never did virgin beauty wake
Devouter to the bridal feast
Than moves this hour upon the lake
In adoration to the east。
Here is the bride a god may know;
The primal will; the young consent;
Till surely upon the appointed mood Intent
The god shall leap … and; lo;
Over the lake's end strikes the sun …
White; flameless fire; some purity
Thrilling the mist; a splendor won
Out of the world's heart。 Let there be
Thoughts; and atonements; and desires;
Proud limbs; and undeliberate tongue;
Where now we move with mortal care Among
Immortal dews and fires。
So the old mating goes apace;
Wind with the sea; and blood with thought;
Lover with lover; and the grace
Of understanding comes unsought
When stars into the twilight steer;
Or thrushes build among the may;
Or wonder moves between the hills;
And day
Comes up on Rydal mere。
John Drinkwater '1882…
THE DESERTED PASTURE
I love the stony pasture
That no one else will have。
The old gray rocks so friendly seem;
So durable and brave。
In tranquil contemplation
It watches through the year;
Seeing the frosty stars arise;
The slender moons appear。
Its music is the rain…wind;
Its choristers the birds;
And there are secrets in its heart
Too wonderful for words。
It keeps the bright…eyed creatures
That play about its walls;
Though long ago its milking herds
Were banished from their stalls。
Only the children come there;
For buttercups in May;
Or nuts in autumn; where it lies
Dreaming the hours away。
Long since its strength was given
To making good increase;
And now its soul is turned again
To
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