endymion- a poetic romance-第26章
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Impossible… how dearly they embrace！
His lady smiles； delight is in her face；
It is no treachery。
〃Dear brother mine！
Endymion； weep not so！ Why shouldst thou pine
When all great Latmos so exalt will be？
Thank the great gods； and look not bitterly；
And speak not one pale word； and sigh no more。
Sure I will not believe thou hast such store
Of grief； to last thee to my kiss again。
Thou surely canst not bear a mind in pain；
Come hand in hand with one so beautiful。
Be happy both of you！ for I will pull
The flowers of autumn for your coronals。
Pan's holy priest for young Endymion calls；
And when he is restor'd； thou； fairest dame；
Shalt be our queen。 Now； is it not a shame
To see ye thus；… not very； very sad？
Perhaps ye are too happy to be glad：
O feel as if it were a common day；
Free…voic'd as one who never was away。
No tongue shall ask； whence come ye？ but ye shall
Be gods of your own rest imperial。
Not even I； for one whole month； will pry
Into the hours that have pass'd us by；
Since in my arbour I did sing to thee。
O Hermes！ on this very night will be
A hymning up to Cynthia； queen of light；
For the soothsayers old saw yesternight
Good visions in the air；… whence will befal；
As say these sages； health perpetual
To shepherds and their flocks； and furthermore；
In Dian's face they read the gentle lore：
Therefore for her these vesper…carols are。
Our friends will all be there from nigh and far。
Many upon thy death have ditties made；
And many； even now； their foreheads shade
With cypress； on a day of sacrifice。
New singing for our maids shalt thou devise；
And pluck the sorrow from our huntsmen's brows。
Tell me； my lady…queen； how to espouse
This wayward brother to his rightful joys！
His eyes are on thee bent； as thou didst poize
His fate most goddess…like。 Help me； I pray；
To lure… Endymion； dear brother； say
What ails thee？〃 He could bear no more； and so
Bent his soul fiercely like a spiritual bow；
And twang'd it inwardly； and calmly said：
〃I would have thee my only friend； sweet maid！
My only visitor！ not ignorant though；
That those deceptions which for pleasure go
'Mong men； are pleasures real as real may be：
But there are higher ones I may not see；
If impiously an earthly realm I take。
Since I saw thee； I have been wide awake
Night after night； and day by day； until
Of the empyrean I have drunk my fill。
Let it content thee； Sister； seeing me
More happy than betides mortality。
A hermit young； I'll live in mossy cave；
Where thou alone shalt come to me； and lave
Thy spirit in the wonders I shall tell。
Through me the shepherd realm shall prosper well；
For to thy tongue will I all health confide。
And； for my sake； let this young maid abide
With thee as a dear sister。 Thou alone；
Peona； mayst return to me。 I own
This may sound strangely： but when； dearest girl；
Thou seest it for my happiness； no pearl
Will trespass down those cheeks。 Companion fair！
Wilt be content to dwell with her； to share
This sister's love with me？〃 Like one resign'd
And bent by circumstance； and thereby blind
In self…commitment； thus that meek unknown：
〃Aye； but a buzzing by my ears has flown；
Of jubilee to Dian：… truth I heard？
Well then； I see there is no little bird；
Tender soever； but is Jove's own care；
Long have I sought for rest； and； unaware；
Behold I find it！ so exalted too！
So after my own heart！ I knew； I knew
There was a place untenanted in it：
In that same void white Chastity shall sit；
And monitor me nightly to lone slumber。
With sanest lips I vow me to the number
Of Dian's sisterhood； and； kind lady；
With thy good help； this very night shall see
My future days to her fane consecrate。〃
As feels a dreamer what doth most create
His own particular fright； so these three felt：
Or like one who； in after ages； knelt
To Lucifer or Baal； when he'd pine
After a little sleep： or when in mine
Far under…ground； a sleeper meets his friends
Who know him not。 Each diligently bends
Towards common thoughts and things for very fear；
Striving their ghastly malady to cheer；
By thinking it a thing of yes and no；
That housewives talk of。 But the spirit…blow
Was struck； and all were dreamers。 At the last
Endymion said： 〃Are not our fates all cast？
Why stand we here？ Adieu； ye tender pair！
Adieu！〃 Whereat those maidens； with wild stare；
Walk'd dizzily away。 Pained and hot
His eyes went after them； until they got
Near to a cypress grove； whose deadly maw；
In one swift moment； would what then he saw
Engulph for ever。 〃Stay！〃 he cried； 〃ah； stay！
Turn； damsels！ hist！ one word I have to say。
Sweet Indian； I would see thee once again。
It is a thing I dote on： so I'd fain；
Peona； ye should hand in hand repair
Into those holy groves； that silent are
Behind great Dian's temple。 I'll be yon；
At Vesper's earliest twinkle… they are gone…
But once； once； once again…〃 At this he press'd
His hands against his face； and then did rest
His head upon a mossy hillock green；
And so remain'd as he a corpse had been
All the long day； save when he scantly lifted
His eyes abroad； to see how shadows shifted
With the slow move of time；… sluggish and weary
Until the poplar tops； in journey dreary；
Had reach'd the river's brim。 Then up he rose；
And； slowly as that very river flows；
Walk'd towards the temple grove with this lament：
〃Why such a golden eve？ The breeze is sent
Careful and soft； that not a leaf may fall
Before the serene father of them all
Bows down his summer head below the west。
Now am I of breath； speech； and speed possest；
But at the setting I must bid adieu
To her for the last time。 Night will strew
On the damp grass myriads of lingering leaves；
And with them shall I die； nor much it grieves
To die； when summer dies on the cold sward。
Why； I have been a butterfly； a lord
Of flowers； garlands； love…knots； silly posies；
Groves； meadows； melodies； and arbour roses；
My kingdom's at its death； and just it is
That I should die with it： so in all this
We miscall grief； bale； sorrow； heartbreak； woe；
What is there to plain of？ By Titan's foe
I am but rightly serv'd。〃 So saying； he
Tripp'd lightly on； in sort of deathful glee；
Laughing at the clear stream and setting sun；
As though they jests had been： nor had he done
His laugh at nature's holy countenance；
Until that grove appear'd； as if perchance；
And then his tongue with sober seemlihed
Gave utterance as he enter'd： 〃Ha！ I said；
King of the butterflies； but by this gloom；
And by old Rhadamanthus' tongue of doom；
This dusk religion； pomp of solitude；
And the Promethean clay by thief endued；
By old Saturnus' forelock； by his head
Shook with eternal palsy； I did wed
Myself to things of light from infancy；
And thus to be cast out； thus lorn to die；
Is sure eno
