第 6 节
作者:空白协议书      更新:2021-02-21 16:29      字数:9318
  That faint and far the glen sent out;
  Where; answering to the sudden shot; thin smoke;
  Through thick…leaved branches; from the dingle broke。
  If thou art worn and hard beset
  With sorrows; that thou wouldst forget;
  If thou wouldst read a lesson; that will keep
  Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep;
  Go to the woods and hills!  No tears
  Dim the sweet look that Nature wears。
  THE SPIRIT OF POETRY
  There is a quiet spirit in these woods;
  That dwells where'er the gentle south…wind blows;
  Where; underneath the white…thorn; in the glade;
  The wild flowers bloom; or; kissing the soft air;
  The leaves above their sunny palms outspread。
  With what a tender and impassioned voice
  It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought;
  When the fast ushering star of morning comes
  O'er…riding the gray hills with golden scarf;
  Or when the cowled and dusky…sandaled Eve;
  In mourning weeds; from out the western gate;
  Departs with silent pace!  That spirit moves
  In the green valley; where the silver brook;
  From its full laver; pours the white cascade;
  And; babbling low amid the tangled woods;
  Slips down through moss…grown stones with endless laughter。
  And frequent; on the everlasting hills;
  Its feet go forth; when it doth wrap itself
  In all the dark embroidery of the storm;
  And shouts the stern; strong wind。  And here; amid
  The silent majesty of these deep woods;
  lts presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth;
  As to the sunshine and the pure; bright air
  Their tops the green trees lift。  Hence gifted bards
  Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades。
  For them there was an eloquent voice in all
  The sylvan pomp of woods; the golden sun;
  The flowers; the leaves; the river on its way;
  Blue skies; and silver clouds; and gentle winds;
  The swelling upland; where the sidelong sun
  Aslant the wooded slope; at evening; goes;
  Groves; through whose broken roof the sky looks in;
  Mountain; and shattered cliff; and sunny vale;
  The distant lake; fountains; and mighty trees;
  In many a lazy syllable; repeating
  Their old poetic legends to the wind。
  And this is the sweet spirit; that doth fill
  The world; and; in these wayward days of youth;
  My busy fancy oft embodies it;
  As a bright image of the light and beauty
  That dwell in nature; of the heavenly forms
  We worship in our dreams; and the soft hues
  That stain the wild bird's wing; and flush the clouds
  When the sun sets。  Within her tender eye
  The heaven of April; with its changing light;
  And when it wears the blue of May; is hung;
  And on her lip the rich; red rose。  Her hair
  Is like the summer tresses of the trees;
  When twilight makes them brown; and on her cheek
  Blushes the richness of an autumn sky;
  With ever…shifting beauty。  Then her breath;
  It is so like the gentle air of Spring;
  As; front the morning's dewy flowers; it comes
  Full of their fragrance; that it is a joy
  To have it round us; and her silver voice
  Is the rich music of a summer bird;
  Heard in the still night; with its passionate cadence。
  BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK
  On sunny slope and beechen swell;
  The shadowed light of evening fell;
  And; where the maple's leaf was brown;
  With soft and silent lapse came down;
  The glory; that the wood receives;
  At sunset; in its golden leaves。
  Far upward in the mellow light
  Rose the blue hills。  One cloud of white;
  Around a far uplifted cone;
  In the warm blush of evening shone;
  An image of the silver lakes;
  By which the Indian's soul awakes。
  But soon a funeral hymn was heard
  Where the soft breath of evening stirred
  The tall; gray forest; and a band
  Of stern in heart; and strong in hand;
  Came winding down beside the wave;
  To lay the red chief in his grave。
  They sang; that by his native bowers
  He stood; in the last moon of flowers;
  And thirty snows had not yet shed
  Their glory on the warrior's head;
  But; as the summer fruit decays;
  So died he in those naked days。
  A dark cloak of the roebuck's skin
  Covered the warrior; and within
  Its heavy folds the weapons; made
  For the hard toils of war; were laid;
  The cuirass; woven of plaited reeds;
  And the broad belt of shells and beads。
  Before; a dark…haired virgin train
  Chanted the death dirge of the slain;
  Behind; the long procession came
  Of hoary men and chiefs of fame;
  With heavy hearts; and eyes of grief;
  Leading the war…horse of their chief。
  Stripped of his proud and martial dress;
  Uncurbed; unreined; and riderless;
  With darting eye; and nostril spread;
  And heavy and impatient tread;
  He came; and oft that eye so proud
  Asked for his rider in the crowd。
  They buried the dark chief; they freed
  Beside the grave his battle steed;
  And swift an arrow cleaved its way
  To his stern heart!  One piercing neigh
  Arose; and; on the dead man's plain;
  The rider grasps his steed again。
  L' ENVOI
  Ye voices; that arose
  After the Evening's close;
  And whispered to my restless heart repose!
  Go; breathe it in the ear
  Of all who doubt and fear;
  And say to them; 〃Be of good cheer!〃
  Ye sounds; so low and calm;
  That in the groves of balm
  Seemed to me like an angel's psalm!
  Go; mingle yet once more
  With the perpetual roar
  Of the pine forest dark and hoar!
  Tongues of the dead; not lost
  But speaking from deaths frost;
  Like fiery tongues at Pentecost!
  Glimmer; as funeral lamps;
  Amid the chills and darn ps
  Of the vast plain where Death encamps!
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  BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS
  THE SKELETON IN ARMOR
  〃Speak! speak I thou fearful guest
  Who; with thy hollow breast
  Still in rude armor drest;
  Comest to daunt me!
  Wrapt not in Eastern balms;
  Bat with thy fleshless palms
  Stretched; as if asking alms;
  Why dost thou haunt me?〃
  Then; from those cavernous eyes
  Pale flashes seemed to rise;
  As when the Northern skies
  Gleam in December;
  And; like the water's flow
  Under December's snow;
  Came a dull voice of woe
  From the heart's chamber。
  〃I was a Viking old!
  My deeds; though manifold;
  No Skald in song has told;
  No Saga taught thee!
  Take heed; that in thy verse
  Thou dost the tale rehearse;
  Else dread a dead man's curse;
  For this I sought thee。
  〃Far in the Northern Land;
  By the wild Baltic's strand;
  I; with my childish hand;
  Tamed the gerfalcon;
  And; with my skates fast…bound;
  Skimmed the half…frozen Sound;
  That the poor whimpering hound
  Trembled to walk on。
  〃Oft to his frozen lair
  Tracked I the grisly bear;
  While from my path the hare
  Fled like a shadow;
  Oft through the forest dark
  Followed the were…wolf's bark;
  Until the soaring lark
  Sang from the meadow。
  〃But when I older grew;
  Joining a corsair's crew;
  O'er the dark sea I flew
  With the marauders。
  Wild was the life we led;
  Many the souls that sped;
  Many the hearts that bled;
  By our stern orders。
  〃Many a wassail…bout
  Wore the long Winter out;
  Often our midnight shout
  Set the cocks crowing;
  As we the Berserk's tale
  Measured in cups of ale;
  Draining the oaken pail;
  Filled to o'erflowing。
  〃Once as I told in glee
  Tales of the stormy sea;
  Soft eyes did gaze on me;
  Burning yet tender;
  And as the white stars shine
  On the dark Norway pine;
  On that dark heart of mine
  Fell their soft splendor。
  〃I wooed the blue…eyed maid;
  Yielding; yet half afraid;
  And in the forest's shade
  Our vows were plighted。
  Under its loosened vest
  Fluttered her little breast
  Like birds within their nest
  By the hawk frighted。
  〃Bright in her father's hall
  Shields gleamed upon the wall;
  Loud sang the minstrels all;
  Chanting his glory;
  When of old Hildebrand
  I asked his daughter's hand;
  Mute did the minstrels stand
  To hear my story。
  〃While the brown ale he quaffed;
  Loud then the champion laughed;
  And as the wind…gusts waft
  The sea…foam brightly;
  So the loud laugh of scorn;
  Out of those lips unshorn;
  From the deep drinking…horn
  Blew the foam lightly。
  〃She was a Prince's child;
  I but a Viking wild;
  And though she blushed and smiled;
  I was discarded!
  Should not the dove so white
  Follow the sea…mew's flight;
  Why did they leave that night
  Her nest unguarded?
  〃Scarce had I put to sea;
  Bearing the maid with me;
  Fairest of all was she
  Among the Norsemen!
  When on the white sea…strand;
  Waving his armed hand;
  Saw we old Hildebrand;
  With twenty horsemen。
  〃Then launched they to the blast;
  Bent like a reed each mast;
  Yet we were gaining fast;
  When the wind failed us;
  And with a sudden flaw
  Came round the gusty Skaw;
  So that our foe we saw
  Laugh as he hailed us。
  〃And as to catch the gale
  Round veered the flapping sail;
  Death I was the helmsman's hail;