第 3 节
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Upon the tainted Tropic seas …
The attendant sharks that chew the cud …
The abhorred scuppers spouting blood …
The untended dead; the Tropic sun …
The thunder of the murderous gun …
The cut…throat crew … the Captain's curse …
The tempest blustering worse and worse …
These have I known and these can stand;
But you … I settle out of hand!'
Out flashed the cutlass; down went Ben
Dead and rotten; there and then。
Poem: II … THE BUILDER'S DOOM
In eighteen…twenty Deacon Thin
Feu'd the land and fenced it in;
And laid his broad foundations down
About a furlong out of town。
Early and late the work went on。
The carts were toiling ere the dawn;
The mason whistled; the hodman sang;
Early and late the trowels rang;
And Thin himself came day by day
To push the work in every way。
An artful builder; patent king
Of all the local building ring;
Who was there like him in the quarter
For mortifying brick and mortar;
Or pocketing the odd piastre
By substituting lath and plaster?
With plan and two…foot rule in hand;
He by the foreman took his stand;
With boisterous voice; with eagle glance
To stamp upon extravagance。
For thrift of bricks and greed of guilders;
He was the Buonaparte of Builders。
The foreman; a desponding creature;
Demurred to here and there a feature:
'For surely; sir … with your permeession …
Bricks here; sir; in the main parteetion。 。 。 。 '
The builder goggled; gulped; and stared;
The foreman's services were spared。
Thin would not count among his minions
A man of Wesleyan opinions。
'Money is money;' so he said。
'Crescents are crescents; trade is trade。
Pharaohs and emperors in their seasons
Built; I believe; for different reasons …
Charity; glory; piety; pride …
To pay the men; to please a bride;
To use their stone; to spite their neighbours;
Not for a profit on their labours。
They built to edify or bewilder;
I build because I am a builder。
Crescent and street and square I build;
Plaster and paint and carve and gild。
Around the city see them stand;
These triumphs of my shaping hand;
With bulging walls; with sinking floors;
With shut; impracticable doors;
Fickle and frail in every part;
And rotten to their inmost heart。
There shall the simple tenant find
Death in the falling window…blind;
Death in the pipe; death in the faucet;
Death in the deadly water…closet!
A day is set for all to die:
CAVEAT EMPTOR! what care I?'
As to Amphion's tuneful kit
Thebes rose; with towers encircling it;
As to the Mage's brandished wand
A spiry palace clove the sand;
To Thin's indomitable financing;
That phantom crescent kept advancing。
When first the brazen bells of churches
Called clerk and parson to their perches;
The worshippers of every sect
Already viewed it with respect;
A second Sunday had not gone
Before the roof was rattled on:
And when the fourth was there; behold
The crescent finished; painted; sold!
The stars proceeded in their courses;
Nature with her subversive forces;
Time; too; the iron…toothed and sinewed;
And the edacious years continued。
Thrones rose and fell; and still the crescent;
Unsanative and now senescent;
A plastered skeleton of lath;
Looked forward to a day of wrath。
In the dead night; the groaning timber
Would jar upon the ear of slumber;
And; like Dodona's talking oak;
Of oracles and judgments spoke。
When to the music fingered well
The feet of children lightly fell;
The sire; who dozed by the decanters;
Started; and dreamed of misadventures。
The rotten brick decayed to dust;
The iron was consumed by rust;
Each tabid and perverted mansion
Hung in the article of declension。
So forty; fifty; sixty passed;
Until; when seventy came at last;
The occupant of number three
Called friends to hold a jubilee。
Wild was the night; the charging rack
Had forced the moon upon her back;
The wind piped up a naval ditty;
And the lamps winked through all the city。
Before that house; where lights were shining;
Corpulent feeders; grossly dining;
And jolly clamour; hum and rattle;
Fairly outvoiced the tempest's battle。
As still his moistened lip he fingered;
The envious policeman lingered;
While far the infernal tempest sped;
And shook the country folks in bed;
And tore the trees and tossed the ships;
He lingered and he licked his lips。
Lo; from within; a hush! the host
Briefly expressed the evening's toast;
And lo; before the lips were dry;
The Deacon rising to reply!
'Here in this house which once I built;
Papered and painted; carved and gilt;
And out of which; to my content;
I netted seventy…five per cent。;
Here at this board of jolly neighbours;
I reap the credit of my labours。
These were the days … I will say more …
These were the grand old days of yore!
The builder laboured day and night;
He watched that every brick was right:
The decent men their utmost did;
And the house rose … a pyramid!
These were the days; our provost knows;
When forty streets and crescents rose;
The fruits of my creative noddle;
All more or less upon a model;
Neat and commodious; cheap and dry;
A perfect pleasure to the eye!
I found this quite a country quarter;
I leave it solid lath and mortar。
In all; I was the single actor …
And am this city's benefactor!
Since then; alas! both thing and name;
Shoddy across the ocean came …
Shoddy that can the eye bewilder
And makes me blush to meet a builder!
Had this good house; in frame or fixture;
Been tempered by the least admixture
Of that discreditable shoddy;
Should we to…day compound our toddy;
Or gaily marry song and laughter
Below its sempiternal rafter?
Not so!' the Deacon cried。
The mansion
Had marked his fatuous expansion。
The years were full; the house was fated;
The rotten structure crepitated!
A moment; and the silent guests
Sat pallid as their dinner vests。
A moment more and; root and branch;
That mansion fell in avalanche;
Story on story; floor on floor;
Roof; wall and window; joist and door;
Dead weight of damnable disaster;
A cataclysm of lath and plaster。
SILOAM DID NOT CHOOSE A SINNER …
ALL WERE NOT BUILDERS AT THE DINNER。
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