endymion- a poetic romance-第24章
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So witless of their doom； that verily
'Tis well nigh past man's search their hearts to see；
Whether they wept； or laugh'd； or griev'd； or toy'd…
Most like with joy gone mad； with sorrow cloy'd。
Full facing their swift flight； from ebon streak；
The moon put forth a little diamond peak；
No bigger than an unobserved star；
Or tiny point of fairy scymetar；
Bright signal that she only stoop'd to tie
Her silver sandals； ere deliciously
She bow'd into the heavens her timid head。
Slowly she rose； as though she would have fled；
While to his lady meek the Carian turn'd；
To mark if her dark eyes had yet discern'd
This beauty in its birth… Despair！ despair！
He saw her body fading gaunt and spare
In the cold moonshine。 Straight he seiz'd her wrist；
It melted from his grasp： her hand he kiss'd；
And； horror！ kiss'd his own… he was alone。
Her steed a little higher soar'd； and then
Dropt hawkwise to the earth。
There lies a den；
Beyond the seeming confines of the space
Made for the soul to wander in and trace
Its own existence； of remotest glooms。
Dark regions are around it； where the tombs
Of buried griefs the spirit sees； but scarce
One hour doth linger weeping； for the pierce
Of new…born woe it feels more inly smart：
And in these regions many a venom'd dart
At random flies； they are the proper home
Of every ill： the man is yet to come
Who hath not journeyed in this native hell。
But few have ever felt how calm and well
Sleep may be had in that deep den of all。
There anguish does not sting； nor pleasure pall：
Woe…hurricanes beat ever at the gate；
Yet all is still within and desolate。
Beset with plainful gusts； within ye hear
No sound so loud as when on curtain'd bier
The death…watch tick is stifled。 Enter none
Who strive therefore： on the sudden it is won。
Just when the sufferer begins to burn；
Then it is free to him； and from an urn；
Still fed by melting ice； he takes a draught…
Young Semele such richness never quaft
In her maternal longing！ Happy gloom！
Dark Paradise！ where pale becomes the bloom
Of health by due； where silence dreariest
Is most articulate； where hopes infest；
Where those eyes are the brightest far that keep
Their lids shut longest in a dreamless sleep。
O happy spirit… home！ O wondrous soul！
Pregnant with such a den to save the whole
In thine own depth。 Hail； gentle Carian！
For； never since thy griefs and woes began；
Hast thou felt so content： a grievous feud
Hath led thee to this Cave of Quietude。
Aye； his lull'd soul was there； although upborne
With dangerous speed： and so he did not mourn
Because he knew not whither he was going。
So happy was he； not the aerial blowing
Of trumpets at clear parley from the east
Could rouse from that fine relish； that high feast。
They stung the feather'd horse： with fierce alarm
He flapp'd towards the sound。 Alas； no charm
Could lift Endymion's head； or he had view'd
A skyey mask； a pinion'd multitude；…
And silvery was its passing： voices sweet
Warbling the while as if to lull and greet
The wanderer in his path。 Thus warbled they；
While past the vision went in bright array。
〃Who； who from Dian's feast would be away？
For all the golden bowers of the day
Are empty left？ Who； who away would be
From Cynthia's wedding and festivity？
Not Hesperus： lo！ upon his silver wings
He leans away for highest heaven and sings；
Snapping his lucid fingers merrily！…
Ah； Zephyrus！ art here； and Flora too！
Ye tender bibbers of the rain and dew；
Young playmates of the rose and daffodil；
Be careful； ere ye enter in； to fill
Your baskets high
With fennel green； and balm； and golden pines；
Savory； latter…mint； and columbines；
Cool parsley； basil sweet； and sunny thyme；
Yea； every flower and leaf of every clime；
All gather'd in the dewy morning： hie
Away！ fly； fly！…
Crystalline brother of the belt of heaven；
Aquarius！ to whom king Jove has given
Two liquid pulse streams 'stead of feather'd wings；
Two fan…like fountains；… thine illuminings
For Dian play：
Dissolve the frozen purity of air；
Let thy white shoulders silvery and bare
Show cold through water pinions； make more bright
The Star…Queen's crescent on her marriage night：
Haste； haste away！…
Castor has tamed the planet Lion； see！
And of the Bear has Pollux mastery：
A third is in the race！ who is the third
Speeding away swift as the eagle bird？
The ramping Centaur！
The Lion's mane's on end： the Bear how fierce！
The Centaur's arrow ready seems to pierce
Some enemy： far forth his bow is bent
Into the blue of heaven。 He'll be shent；
Pale unrelentor；
When he shall hear the wedding lutes a playing。…
Andromeda！ sweet woman！ why delaying
So timidly among the stars： come hither！
Join this bright throng； and nimbly follow whither
They all are going。
Danae's Son； before Jove newly bow'd；
Has wept for thee； calling to Jove aloud。
Thee； gentle lady； did he disenthral：
Ye shall for ever live and love； for all
Thy tears are flowing。…
By Daphne's fright； behold Apollo！…〃
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Endymion heard not： down his steed him bore；
Prone to the green head of a misty hill。
His first touch of the earth went nigh to kill。
〃Alas！〃 said he； 〃were I but always borne
Through dangerous winds； had but my footsteps worn
A path in hell； for ever would I bless
Horrors which nourish an uneasiness
For my own sullen conquering： to him
Who lives beyond earth's boundary； grief is dim；
Sorrow is but a shadow： now I see
The grass； I feel the solid ground… Ah； me！
It is thy voice… divinest！ Where？… who？ who
Left thee so quiet on this bed of dew？
Behold upon this happy earth we are；
Let us aye love each other； let us fare
On forest…fruits； and never； never go
Among the abodes of mortals here below；
Or be by phantoms duped。 O destiny！
Into a labyrinth now my soul would fly；
But with thy beauty will I deaden it。
Where didst thou melt to？ By thee will I sit
For ever： let our fate stop here… a kid
I on this spot will offer： Pan will bid
Us live in peace； in love and peace among
His forest wildernesses。 I have clung
To nothing； lov'd a nothing； nothing seen
Or felt but a great dream！ O I have been
Presumptuous against love； against the sky；
Against all elements； against the tie
Of mortals each to each； against the blooms
Of flowers； rush of rivers； and the tombs
Of heroes gone！ Against his proper glory
Has my own soul conspired： so my story
Will I to children utter； and repent。
There never liv'd a mortal man； who bent
His appetite beyond his natural sphere；
But starv'd and died。 My sweetest Indian； here；
Here will I kneel； for thou redeemed hast
My life from too thin breathing： gone and past
Are cloudy phanta
