第 8 节
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day I saw a Swallow Flitting past my prison bars; And my cell has just one
corner Whence at night I see the stars。〃
But its bitter taunt repeating; Cried the harsh Voice: 〃Where are they
… All the friends of former hours; Who forget your name to…day? All the
links of love are shattered; Which you thought so strong before; And your
very heart is lonely; And alone since loved no more。〃
But the low Voice spoke still lower: … 〃Nay; I know the golden chain
Of my love is purer; stronger; For the cruel fire of pain: They remember
me no longer; But I; grieving here alone; Bind their souls to me for ever
By the love within their own。〃
But the Voice cried:… 〃Once remember You devoted soul and mind To
the welfare of your brethren; And the service of your kind。 Now; what
sorrow can you comfort? You; who lie in helpless pain; With an impotent
compassion Fretting out your life in vain。〃
〃Nay;〃 and then the gentle answer Rose more loud; and full; and clear:
〃For the sake of all my brethren I thank God that I am here! Poor had been
my Life's best efforts; Now I waste no thought or breath … For the prayer of
those who suffer Has the strength of Love and Death。〃
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VERSE: THE CARVER'S
LESSON
Trust me; no mere skill of subtle tracery; No mere practice of a
dexterous hand; Will suffice; without a hidden spirit; That we may; or may
not; understand。
And those quaint old fragments that are left us Have their power in
this;the Carver brought Earnest care; and reverent patience; only
Worthily to clothe some noble thought。
Shut then in the petals of the flowers; Round the stems of all the lilies
twine; Hide beneath each bird's or angel's pinion; Some wise meaning or
some thought divine。
Place in stony hands that pray for ever Tender words of peace; and
strive to wind Round the leafy scrolls and fretted niches Some true; loving
message to your kind。
Some will praise; some blame; and; soon forgetting; Come and go; nor
even pause to gaze; Only now and then a passing stranger Just may loiter
with a word of praise。
But I think; when years have floated onward; And the stone is grey;
and dim; and old; And the hand forgotten that has carved it; And the heart
that dreamt it still and cold;
There may come some weary soul; o'erladen With perplexed struggle
in his brain; Or; it may be; fretted with life's turmoil; Or made sore with
some perpetual pain。
Then; I think those stony hands will open; And the gentle lilies
overflow; With the blessing and the loving token That you hid there many
years ago。
And the tendrils will unroll; and teach him How to solve the problem
of his pain; And the birds' and angels' wings shake downward On his heart
a sweet and tender rain。
While he marvels at his fancy; reading Meaning in that quaint and
ancient scroll; Little guessing that the loving Carver Left a message for his
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weary soul。
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VERSE: THREE ROSES
Just when the red June Roses blow She gave me one;a year ago。 A
Rose whose crimson breath revealed The secret that its heart concealed;
And whose half shy; half tender grace Blushed back upon the giver's face。
A year agoa year ago … To hope was not to know。
Just when the red June Roses blow I plucked her one;a month ago:
Its half…blown crimson to eclipse; I laid it on her smiling lips; The balmy
fragrance of the south Drew sweetness from her sweeter mouth。 Swiftly do
golden hours creep; … To hold is not to keep。
The red June Roses now are past; This very day I broke the last … And
now its perfumed breath is hid; With her; beneath a coffin…lid; There will
its petals fall apart; And wither on her icy heart:… At three red Roses' cost
My world was gained and lost。
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VERSE: MY PICTURE
GALLERY
I。
You write and think of me; my friend; with pity; While you are
basking in the light of Rome; Shut up within the heart of this great city;
Too busy and too poor to leave my home。
II。
You think my life debarred all rest or pleasure; Chained all day to my
ledger and my pen; Too sickly even to use my little leisure To bear me
from the strife and din of men。
III。
Well; it is true; yet; now the days are longer; At sunset I can lay my
writing down; And slowly crawl (summer has made me stronger) Just to
the nearest outskirt of the town。
IV。
There a wide Common; blackened though and dreary With factory
smoke; spreads outward to the West; I lie down on the parched…up grass; if
weary; Or lean against a broken wall to rest。
V。
So might a King; turning to Art's rich treasure; At evening; when the
cares of state were done; Enter his royal gallery; drinking pleasure Slowly
from each great picture; one by one。
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VI。
Towards the West I turn my weary spirit; And watch my pictures:
one each night is mine。 Earth and my soul; sick of day's toil; inherit A
portion of that luminous peace divine。
VII。
There I have seen a sunset's crimson glory; Burn as if earth were one
great Altar's blaze; Or; like the closing of a piteous story; Light up the
misty world with dying rays。
VIII。
There I have seen the Clouds; in pomp and splendour; Their gold and
purple banners all unfurl; There I have watched colours; more faint and
tender Than pure and delicate tints upon a pearl。
IX。
Skies strewn with roses fading; fading slowly; While one star
trembling watched the daylight die; Or deep in gloom a sunset; hidden
wholly; Save through gold rents torn in a violet sky。
X。
Or parted clouds; as if asunder riven By some great angeland beyond
a space Of far…off tranquil light; the gates of Heaven Will lead us grandly
to as calm a place。
XI。
Or stern dark walls of cloudy mountain ranges Hid all the wonders that
we knew must be; While; far on high; some little white clouds changes'
Revealed the glory they alone could see。
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XII。
Or in wild wrath the affrighted clouds lay shattered; Like treasures of
the lost Hesperides; All in a wealth of ruined splendour scattered; Save one
strange light on distant silver seas。
XIII。
What land or time can claim the Master Painter; Whose art could teach
him half such gorgeous dyes? Or skill so rare; but purer hues and fainter
Melt every evening in my western skies。
XIV。
So there I wait; until the shade has lengthened; And night's blue misty
curtain floated down; Then; with my heart calmed; and my spirit
strengthened; I crawl once more back to the sultry town。
XV。
What Monarch; then; has nobler recreations Than mine? Or where
the great and classic Land Whose wealth of Art delights the gathered
nations That owns a Picture Gallery half as grand?
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