endymion- a poetic romance-第13章
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By a cavern wind unto a forest old；
And then the forest told it in a dream
To a sleeping lake； whose cool and level gleam
A poet caught as he was journeying
To Phoebus' shrine； and in it he did fling
His weary limbs； bathing an hour's space；
And after； straight in that inspired place
He sang the story up into the air；
Giving it universal freedom。 There
Has it been ever sounding for those ears
Whose tips are glowing hot。 The legend cheers
Yon centinel stars； and he who listens to it
Must surely be self…doom'd or he will rue it：
For quenchless burnings come upon the heart；
Made fiercer by a fear lest any part
Should be engulphed in the eddying wind。
As much as here is penn'd doth always find
A resting place； thus much comes clear and plain；
Anon the strange voice is upon the wane…
And 'tis but echo'd from departing sound；
That the fair visitant at last unwound
Her gentle limbs； and left the youth asleep。…
Thus the tradition of the gusty deep。
Now turn we to our former chroniclers。…
Endymion awoke； that grief of hers
Sweet paining on his ear： he sickly guess'd
How lone he was once more； and sadly press'd
His empty arms together； hung his head；
And most forlorn upon that widow'd bed
Sat silently。 Love's madness he had known：
Often with more than tortured lion's groan
Moanings had burst from him； but now that rage
Had pass'd away： no longer did he wage
A rough…voic'd war against the dooming stars。
No； he had felt too much for such harsh jars：
The lyre of his soul AEolian tun'd
Forgot all violence； and but commun'd
With melancholy thought： O he had swoon'd
Drunken from pleasure's nipple； and his love
Henceforth was dove…like。… Loth was he to move
From the imprinted couch； and when he did；
'Twas with slow； languid paces； and face hid
In muffling hands。 So temper'd； out he stray'd
Half seeing visions that might have dismay'd
Alecto's serpents； ravishments more keen
Than Hermes' pipe； when anxious he did lean
Over eclipsing eyes： and at the last
It was a sounding grotto； vaulted； vast；
O'er studded with a thousand； thousand pearls；
And crimson mouthed shells with stubborn curls；
Of every shape and size； even to the bulk
In which whales arbour close； to brood and sulk
Against an endless storm。 Moreover too；
Fish…semblances； of green and azure hue；
Ready to snort their streams。 In this cool wonder
Endymion sat down； and 'gan to ponder
On all his life： his youth； up to the day
When 'mid acclaim； and feasts； and garlands gay；
He stept upon his shepherd throne： the look
Of his white palace in wild forest nook；
And all the revels he had lorded there：
Each tender maiden whom he once thought fair；
With every friend and fellow…woodlander…
Pass'd like a dream before him。 Then the spur
Of the old bards to mighty deeds： his plans
To nurse the golden age 'mong shepherd clans：
That wondrous night： the great Pan…festival：
His sister's sorrow； and his wanderings all；
Until into the earth's deep maw he rush'd：
Then all its buried magic； till it flush'd
High with excessive love。 〃And now；〃 thought he；
〃How long must I remain in jeopardy
Of blank amazements that amaze no more？
Now I have tasted her sweet soul to the core
All other depths are shallow： essences；
Once spiritual； are like muddy lees；
Meant but to fertilize my earthly root；
And make my branches lift a golden fruit
Into the bloom of heaven： other light；
Though it be quick and sharp enough to blight
The Olympian eagle's vision； is dark；
Dark as the parentage of chaos。 Hark！
My silent thoughts are echoing from these shells；
Or they are but the ghosts； the dying swells
Of noises far away？… list！〃… Hereupon
He kept an anxious ear。 The humming tone
Came louder； and behold； there as he lay；
On either side outgush'd； with misty spray；
A copious spring； and both together dash'd
Swift； mad； fantastic round the rocks and lash'd
Among the conchs and shells of the lofty grot；
Leaving a trickling dew。 At last they shot
Down from the ceiling's height； pouring a noise
As of some breathless racers whose hopes poize
Upon the last few steps； and with spent force
Along the ground they took a winding course。
Endymion follow'd… for it seem'd that one
Ever pursued； the other strove to shun…
Follow'd their languid mazes； till well nigh
He had left thinking of the mystery；…
And was now rapt in tender hoverings
Over the vanish'd bliss。 Ah！ what is it sings
His dream away？ What melodies are these？
They sound as through the whispering of trees；
Not native in such barren vaults。 Give ear！
〃O Arethusa； peerless nymph！ why fear
Such tenderness as mine？ Great Dian； why；
Why didst thou hear her prayer？ O that I
Were rippling round her dainty fairness now；
Circling about her waist； and striving how
To entice her to a dive！ then stealing in
Between her luscious lips and eyelids thin。
O that her shining hair was in the sun；
And I distilling from it thence to run
In amorous rillets down her shrinking form！
To linger on her lilly shoulders； warm
Between her kissing breasts； and every charm
Touch raptur'd！… See how painfully I flow：
Fair maid； be pitiful to my great woe。
Stay； stay thy weary course； and let me lead；
A happy wooer； to the flowery mead
Where all that beauty snar'd me。〃… 〃Cruel god；
Desist！ or my offended mistress' nod
Will stagnate all thy fountains：… teaze me not
With syren words… Ah； have I really got
Such power to madden thee？ And is it true…
Away； away； or I shall dearly rue
My very thoughts： in mercy then away；
Kindest Alpheus； for should I obey
My own dear will； 'twould be a deadly bane。
O； Oread…Queen！ would that thou hadst a pain
Like this of mine； then would I fearless turn
And be a criminal。 Alas； I burn；
I shudder… gentle river； get thee hence。
Alpheus！ thou enchanter！ every sense
Of mine was once made perfect in these woods。
Fresh breezes； bowery lawns； and innocent floods；
Ripe fruits； and lonely couch； contentment gave；
But ever since I heedlessly did lave
In thy deceitful stream； a panting glow
Grew strong within me： wherefore serve me so；
And call it love？ Alas； 'twas cruelty。
Not once more did I close my happy eye
Amid the thrushes' song。 Away！ Avaunt！
O 'twas a cruel thing。〃… 〃Now thou dost taunt
So softly； Arethusa； that I think
If thou wast playing on my shady brink；
Thou wouldst bathe once again。 Innocent maid！
Stifle thine heart no more； nor be afraid
Of angry powers： there are deities
Will shade us with their wings。 Those fitful sighs
'Tis almost death to hear： O let me pour
A dewy balm upon them！… fear no more；
Sweet Arethusa！ Dian's self must feel
Sometime these very pangs。 Dear maiden； steal
Blushing into my soul； and let us fly
These dreary caverns for the open sky。
I will delight thee all my winding course；
From the green sea up t
