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endymion- a poetic romance-第18章

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       'Young dove of the waters! truly I'll not hurt

       'One hair of thine: see how I weep and sigh;

       'That our heart…broken parting is so nigh。

       'And must we part? Ah; yes; it must be so。

       'Yet ere thou leavest me in utter woe;

       'Let me sob over thee my last adieus;

       'And speak a blessing: Mark me! Thou hast thews

       'Immortal; for thou art of heavenly race:

       'But such a love is mine; that here I chace

       'Eternally away from thee all bloom

       'Of youth; and destine thee towards a tomb。

       'Hence shalt thou quickly to the watery vast;

       'And there; ere many days be overpast;

       'Disabled age shall seize thee; and even then

       'Thou shalt not go the way of aged men;

       'But live and wither; cripple and still breathe

       'Ten hundred years: which gone; I then bequeath

       'Thy fragile bones to unknown burial。

       'Adieu; sweet love; adieu!'… As shot stars fall;

        She fled ere I could groan for mercy。 Stung

        And poison'd was my spirit: despair sung

        A war…song of defiance 'gainst all hell。

        A hand was at my shoulder to compel

        My sullen steps; another 'fore my eyes

        Moved on with pointed finger。 In this guise

        Enforced; at the last by ocean's foam

        I found me; by my fresh; my native home。

        Its tempering coolness; to my life akin;

        Came salutary as I waded in;

        And; with a blind voluptuous rage; I gave

        Battle to the swollen billow…ridge; and drave

        Large froth before me; while there yet remain'd

        Hale strength; nor from my bones all marrow drain'd。



          〃Young lover; I must weep… such hellish spite

        With dry cheek who can tell? While thus my might

        Proving upon this element; dismay'd;

        Upon a dead thing's face my hand I laid;

        I look'd… 'twas Scylla! Cursed; cursed Circe!

        O vulture…witch; hast never heard of mercy?

        Could not thy harshest vengeance be content;

        But thou must nip this tender innocent

        Because I lov'd her?… Cold; O cold indeed

        Were her fair limbs; and like a common weed

        The sea…swell took her hair。 Dead as she was

        I clung about her waist; nor ceas'd to pass

        Fleet as an arrow through unfathom'd brine;

        Until there shone a fabric crystalline;

        Ribb'd and inlaid with coral; pebble; and pearl。

        Headlong I darted; at one eager swirl

        Gain'd its bright portal; enter'd; and behold!

        'Twas vast; and desolate; and icy…cold;

        And all around… But wherefore this to thee

        Who in few minutes more thyself shalt see?…

        I left poor Scylla in a niche and fled。

        My fever'd parchings up; my scathing dread

        Met palsy half way: soon these limbs became

        Gaunt; wither'd; sapless; feeble; cramp'd; and lame。



          〃Now let me pass a cruel; cruel space;

        Without one hope; without one faintest trace

        Of mitigation; or redeeming bubble

        Of colour'd phantasy; for I fear 'twould trouble

        Thy brain to loss of reason: and next tell

        How a restoring chance came down to quell

        One half of the witch in me。



                                      〃On a day;

        Sitting upon a rock above the spray;

        I saw grow up from the horizon's brink

        A gallant vessel: soon she seem'd to sink

        Away from me again; as though her course

        Had been resum'd in spite of hindering force…

        So vanish'd: and not long; before arose

        Dark clouds; and muttering of winds morose。

        Old AEolus would stifle his mad spleen;

        But could not: therefore all the billows green

        Toss'd up the silver spume against the clouds。

        The tempest came: I saw that vessel's shrouds

        In perilous bustle; while upon the deck

        Stood trembling creatures。 I beheld the wreck;

        The final gulphing; the poor struggling souls:

        I heard their cries amid loud thunder…rolls。

        O they had all been sav'd but crazed eld

        Annull'd my vigorous cravings: and thus quell'd

        And curb'd; think on't; O Latmian! did I sit

        Writhing with pity; and a cursing fit

        Against that hell…born Circe。 The crew had gone;

        By one and one; to pale oblivion;

        And I was gazing on the surges prone;

        With many a scalding tear and many a groan;

        When at my feet emerg'd an old man's hand;

        Grasping this scroll; and this same slender wand。

        I knelt with pain… reach'd out my hand… had grasp'd

        These treasures… touch'd the knuckles… they unclasp'd…

        I caught a finger: but the downward weight

        O'erpowered me… it sank。 Then 'gan abate

        The storm; and through chill aguish gloom outburst

        The comfortable sun。 I was athirst

        To search the book; and in the warming air

        Parted its dripping leaves with eager care。

        Strange matters did it treat of; and drew on

        My soul page after page; till well…nigh won

        Into forgetfulness; when; stupefied;

        I read these words; and read again; and tried

        My eyes against the heavens; and read again。

        O what a load of misery and pain

        Each Atlas…line bore off!… a shine of hope

        Came gold around me; cheering me to cope

        Strenuous with hellish tyranny。 Attend!

        For thou hast brought their promise to an end。



          〃In the wide sea there lives a forlorn wretch;

        Doom'd with enfeebled carcase to outstretch

        His loath'd existence through ten centuries;

        And then to die alone。 Who can devise

        A total opposition? No one。 So

        One million times ocean must ebb and flow;

        And he oppressed。 Yet he shall not die;

        These things accomplish'd:… If he utterly

        Scans all the depths of magic; and expounds

        The meanings of all motions; shapes and sounds;

        If he explores all forms and substances

        Straight homeward to their symbol…essences;

        He shall not die。 Moreover; and in chief;

        He must pursue this task of joy and grief

        Most piously;… all lovers tempest…tost;

        And in the savage overwhelming lost;

        He shall deposit side by side; until

        Time's creeping shall the dreary space fulfil:

        Which done; and all these labours ripened;

        A youth; by heavenly power lov'd and led;

        Shall stand before him; whom he shall direct

        How to consummate all。 The youth elect

        Must do the thing; or both will be destroy'd。〃…



          〃Then;〃 cried the young Endymion; overjoy'd;

       〃We are twin brothers in this destiny!

        Say; I intreat thee; what achievement high

        Is; in this restless world; for me reserv'd。

        What! if from thee my wandering feet had swerv'd;

        Had we both perish'd?〃… 〃Look!〃 the sage replied;

       〃Dost thou not mark a gleaming through the tide;

        Of diverse brilliances? 'tis the edifice

        I told thee of; where lovely Scylla lies;

        And where I have enshrined piously

        All lovers; whom fell storms have doom'd to die

        Throughout my bondage。〃 Thus discoursing; on

        They went till unobscur'd the porches shone;

        Which hurryingly they gain'd; and enter'd straight。

        Sure never since king Neptune held his state

        Was seen such wonder underneath the stars。

        Turn to some level plain where haughty Mars

        Has legion'd all his battle; and behold

        How every soldier; with firm foot; doth hold

        His even breast: see; many steeled squares;

        And rigid ranks of iron…whence who dares

        One step? Imagine further; line by line;

        These warrior thousands on the field supine:…

        So in that crystal place; in silent rows;

        Poor lovers lay at rest from joys and woes。…

        The strang

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