endymion- a poetic romance-第4章
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Where nested was an arbour； overwove
By many a summer's silent fingering；
To whose cool bosom she was used to bring
Her playmates； with their needle broidery；
And minstrel memories of times gone by。
So she was gently glad to see him laid
Under her favourite bower's quiet shade；
On her own couch； new made of flower leaves；
Dried carefully on the cooler side of sheaves
When last the sun his autumn tresses shook；
And the tann'd harvesters rich armfuls took。
Soon was he quieted to slumbrous rest：
But； ere it crept upon him； he had prest
Peona's busy hand against his lips；
And still； a sleeping； held her finger…tips
In tender pressure。 And as a willow keeps
A patient watch over the stream that creeps
Windingly by it； so the quiet maid
Held her in peace： so that a whispering blade
Of grass； a wailful gnat； a bee bustling
Down in the blue…bells； or a wren light rustling
Among sere leaves and twigs； might all be heard。
O magic sleep！ O comfortable bird；
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth！ O unconfin'd
Restraint！ imprisoned liberty！ great key
To golden palaces； strange minstrelsy；
Fountains grotesque； new trees； bespangled caves；
Echoing grottos； full of tumbling waves
And moonlight； aye； to all the mazy world
Of silvery enchantment！… who； upfurl'd
Beneath thy drowsy wing a triple hour；
But renovates and lives？… Thus； in the bower；
Endymion was calm'd to life again。
Opening his eyelids with a healthier brain；
He said： 〃I feel this thine endearing love
All through my bosom： thou art as a dove
Trembling its closed eyes and sleeked wings
About me； and the pearliest dew not brings
Such morning incense from the fields of May；
As do those brighter drops that twinkling stray
From those kind eyes；… the very home and haunt
Of sisterly affection。 Can I want
Aught else； aught nearer heaven； than such tears？
Yet dry them up； in bidding hence all fears
That； any longer； I will pass my days
Alone and sad。 No； I will once more raise
My voice upon the mountain…heights； once more
Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar：
Again my trooping hounds their tongues shall loll
Around the breathed boar： again I'll poll
The fair…grown yew tree； for a chosen bow：
And； when the pleasant sun is setting low；
Again I'll linger in a sloping mead
To hear the speckled thrushes； and see feed
Our idle sheep。 So be thou cheered； sweet；
And； if thy lute is here； softly intreat
My soul to keep in its resolved course。〃
Hereat Peona； in their silver source；
Shut her pure sorrow drops with glad exclaim；
And took a lute； from which there pulsing came
A lively prelude； fashioning the way
In which her voice should wander。 'Twas a lay
More subtle cadenced； more forest wild
Than Dryope's lone lulling of her child；
And nothing since has floated in the air
So mournful strange。 Surely some influence rare
Went； spiritual； through the damsel's hand；
For still； with Delphic emphasis； she spann'd
The quick invisible strings； even though she saw
Endymion's spirit melt away and thaw
Before the deep intoxication。
But soon she came； with sudden burst； upon
Her self…possession… swung the lute aside；
And earnestly said： 〃Brother； 'tis vain to hide
That thou dost know of things mysterious；
Immortal； starry； such alone could thus
Weigh down thy nature。 Hast thou sinn'd in aught
Offensive to the heavenly power？ Caught
A Paphian dove upon a message sent？
Thy deathful bow against some deer…herd bent
Sacred to Dian？ Haply； thou hast seen
Her naked limbs among the alders green；
And that； alas！ is death。 No； I can trace
Something more high perplexing in thy face！〃
Endymion look'd at her； and press'd her hand；
And said； 〃Art thou so pale； who wast so bland
And merry in our meadows？ How is this？
Tell me thine ailment： tell me all amiss！…
Ah！ thou hast been unhappy at the change
Wrought suddenly in me。 What indeed more strange？
Or more complete to overwhelm surmise？
Ambition is so sluggard； 'tis no prize；
That toiling years would put within my grasp；
That I have sighed for： with so deadly gasp
No man e'er panted for a mortal love。
So all have set my heavier grief above
These things which happen。 Rightly have they done：
I； who still saw the horizontal sun
Heave his broad shoulder o'er the edge of the world；
Out…facing Lucifer； and then had hurl'd
My spear aloft； as signal for the chace…
I； who； for very sport of heart； would race
With my own steed from Araby； pluck down
A vulture from his towery perching； frown
A lion into growling； loth retire…
To lose； at once； all my toil…breeding fire；
And sink thus low！ but I will ease my breast
Of secret grief； here in this bowery nest。
〃This river does not see the naked sky；
Till it begins to progress silverly
Around the western border of the wood；
Whence； from a certain spot； its winding flood
Seems at the distance like a crescent moon：
And in that nook； the very pride of June；
Had I been used to pass my weary eves；
The rather for the sun unwilling leaves
So dear a picture of his sovereign power；
And I could witness his most kingly hour；
When he doth tighten up the golden reins；
And paces leisurely down amber plains
His snorting four。 Now when his chariot last
Its beams against the zodiac…lion cast；
There blossom'd suddenly a magic bed
Of sacred ditamy； and poppies red：
At which I wondered greatly； knowing well
That but one night had wrought this flowery spell；
And； sitting down close by； began to muse
What it might mean。 Perhaps； thought I； Morpheus；
In passing here； his owlet pinions shook；
Or； it may be； ere matron Night uptook
Her ebon urn； young Mercury； by stealth；
Had dipt his rod in it： such garland wealth
Came not by common growth。 Thus on I thought；
Until my head was dizzy and distraught。
Moreover； through the dancing poppies stole
A breeze； most softly lulling to my soul；
And shaping visions all about my sight
Of colours； wings； and bursts of spangly light；
The which became more strange； and strange； and dim；
And then were gulph'd in a tumultuous swim：
And then I fell asleep。 Ah； can I tell
The enchantment that afterwards befel？
Yet it was but a dream： yet such a dream
That never tongue； although it overteem
With mellow utterance； like a cavern spring；
Could figure out and to conception bring
All I beheld and felt。 Methought I lay
Watching the zenith； where the milky way
Among the stars in virgin splendour pours；
And travelling my eye； until the doors
Of heaven appear'd to open for my flight；
I became loth and fearful to alight
From such high soaring by a downward glance：
So kept me stedfast in that airy trance；
Spreading imaginary pinions wide。
When； presently； the stars began to glide；
And faint away； before my eager view：
At which
