endymion- a poetic romance-第12章
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Silence was music from the holy spheres；
A dewy luxury was in his eyes；
The little flowers felt his pleasant sighs
And stirr'd them faintly。 Verdant cave and cell
He wander'd through； oft wondering at such swell
Of sudden exaltation： but； 〃Alas！〃
Said he； 〃will all this gush of feeling pass
Away in solitude？ And must they wane；
Like melodies upon a sandy plain；
Without an echo？ Then shall I be left
So sad； so melancholy； so bereft！
Yet still I feel immortal！ O my love；
My breath of life； where art thou？ High above；
Dancing before the morning gates of heaven？
Or keeping watch among those starry seven；
Old Atlas' children？ Art a maid of the waters；
One of shell…winding Triton's bright…hair'd daughters？
Or art； impossible！ a nymph of Dian's；
Weaving a coronal of tender scions
For very idleness？ Where'er thou art；
Methinks it now is at my will to start
Into thine arms； to scare Aurora's train；
And snatch thee from the morning； o'er the main
To scud like a wild bird； and take thee off
From thy sea…foamy cradle； or to doff
Thy shepherd vest； and woo thee mid fresh leaves。
No； no； too eagerly my soul deceives
Its powerless self： I know this cannot be。
O let me then by some sweet dreaming flee
To her entrancements： hither； Sleep； awhile！
Hither； most gentle Sleep！ and soothing foil
For some few hours the coming solitude。〃
Thus spake he； and that moment felt endued
With power to dream deliciously； so wound
Through a dim passage； searching till he found
The smoothest mossy bed and deepest； where
He threw himself； and just into the air
Stretching his indolent arms； he took； O bliss！
A naked waist： 〃Fair Cupid； whence is this？〃
A well…known voice sigh'd； 〃Sweetest； here am I！〃
At which soft ravishment； with doting cry
They trembled to each other。… Helicon！
O fountain'd hill！ Old Homer's Helicon！
That thou wouldst spout a little streamlet o'er
These sorry pages； then the verse would soar
And sing above this gentle pair； like lark
Over his nested young： but all is dark
Around thine aged top； and thy clear fount
Exhales in mists to heaven。 Aye； the count
Of mighty Poets is made up； the scroll
Is folded by the Muses； the bright roll
Is in Apollo's hand： our dazed eyes
Have seen a new tinge in the western skies：
The world has done its duty。 Yet； oh yet；
Although the sun of poesy is set；
These lovers did embrace； and we must weep
That there is no old power left to steep
A quill immortal in their joyous tears。
Long time in silence did their anxious fears
Question that thus it was； long time they lay
Fondling and kissing every doubt away；
Long time ere soft caressing sobs began
To mellow into words； and then there ran
Two bubbling springs of talk from their sweet lips。
〃O known Unknown！ from whom my being sips
Such darling essence； wherefore may I not
Be ever in these arms？ in this sweet spot
Pillow my chin for ever？ ever press
These toying hands and kiss their smooth excess？
Why not for ever and for ever feel
That breath about my eyes？ Ah； thou wilt steal
Away from me again； indeed； indeed…
Thou wilt be gone away； and wilt not heed
My lonely madness。 Speak； delicious fair！
Is… is it to be so？ No！ Who will dare
To pluck thee from me？ And； of thine own will；
Full well I feel thou wouldst not leave me。 Still
Let me entwine thee surer； surer… now
How can we part？ Elysium！ who art thou？
Who； that thou canst not be for ever here；
Or lift me with thee to some starry sphere？
Enchantress！ tell me by this soft embrace；
By the most soft completion of thy face；
Those lips； O slippery blisses； twinkling eyes
And by these tenderest； milky sovereignties…
These tenderest； and by the nectar…wine；
The passion〃… 〃O dov'd Ida the divine！
Endymion！ dearest！ Ah； unhappy me！
His soul will 'scape us… O felicity！
How he does love me！ His poor temples beat
To the very tune of love… how sweet； sweet； sweet。
Revive； dear youth； or I shall faint and die；
Revive； or these soft hours will hurry by
In tranced dulness； speak； and let that spell
Affright this lethargy！ I cannot quell
Its heavy pressure； and will press at least
My lips to thine； that they may richly feast
Until we taste the life of love again。
What！ dost thou move？ dost kiss？ O bliss！ O pain！
I love thee； youth； more than I can conceive；
And so long absence from thee doth bereave
My soul of any rest： yet must I hence：
Yet； can I not to starry eminence
Uplift thee； nor for very shame can own
Myself to thee： Ah； dearest； do not groan
Or thou wilt force me from this secrecy；
And I must blush in heaven。 O that I
Had done't already； that the dreadful smiles
At my lost brightness； my impassion'd wiles；
Had waned from Olympus' solemn height；
And from all serious Gods； that our delight
Was quite forgotten； save of us alone！
And wherefore so ashamed？ 'Tis but to atone
For endless pleasure； by some coward blushes：
Yet must I be a coward！… Horror rushes
Too palpable before me… the sad look
Of Jove… Minerva's start… no bosom shook
With awe of purity… no Cupid pinion
In reverence vailed… my crystalline dominion
Half lost； and all old hymns made nullity！
But what is this to love？ O I could fly
With thee into the ken of heavenly powers；
So thou wouldst thus； for many sequent hours；
Press me so sweetly。 Now I swear at once
That I am wise； that Pallas is a dunce…
Perhaps her love like mine is but unknown…
O I do think that I have been alone
In chastity： yes； Pallas has been sighing；
While every eve saw me my hair uptying
With fingers cool as aspen leaves。 Sweet love；
I was as vague as solitary dove；
Nor knew that nests were built。 Now a soft kiss…
Aye； by that kiss； I vow an endless bliss；
An immortality of passion's thine：
Ere long I will exalt thee to the shine
Of heaven ambrosial； and we will shade
Ourselves whole summers by a river glade；
And I will tell thee stories of the sky；
And breathe thee whispers of its minstrelsy。
My happy love will overwing all bounds！
O let me melt into thee； let the sounds
Of our close voices marry at their birth；
Let us entwine hoveringly… O dearth
Of human words！ roughness of mortal speech！
Lispings empyrean will I sometime teach
Thine honied tongue… lute…breathings； which I gasp
To have thee understand； now while I clasp
Thee thus； and weep for fondness… I am pain'd；
Endymion： woe！ woe！ is grief contain'd
In the very deeps of pleasure； my sole life？〃…
Hereat； with many sobs； her gentle strife
Melted into a languor。 He return'd
Entranced vows and tears。
Ye who have yearn'd
With too much passion； will here stay and pity；
For the mere sake of truth； as 'tis a ditty
Not of these days； but long ago 'twas told
By a cavern wind unto a forest old；
And then the forest told it in a dream
To a sleeping lake； whose
