endymion- a poetic romance-第6章
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I watch and dote upon the silver lakes
Pictur'd in western cloudiness； that takes
The semblance of gold rocks and bright gold sands；
Islands； and creeks； and amber…fretted strands
With horses prancing o'er them； palaces
And towers of amethyst；… would I so teaze
My pleasant days； because I could not mount
Into those regions？ The Morphean fount
Of that fine element that visions； dreams；
And fitful whims of sleep are made of； streams
Into its airy channels with so subtle；
So thin a breathing； not the spider's shuttle；
Circled a million times within the space
Of a swallow's nest…door； could delay a trace；
A tinting of its quality： how light
Must dreams themselves be； seeing they're more slight
Than the mere nothing that engenders them！
Then wherefore sully the entrusted gem
Of high and noble life with thoughts so sick？
Why pierce high…fronted honour to the quick
For nothing but a dream？〃 Hereat the youth
Look'd up： a conflicting of shame and ruth
Was in his plaited brow： yet； his eyelids
Widened a little； as when Zephyr bids
A little breeze to creep between the fans
Of careless butterflies： amid his pains
He seem'd to taste a drop of manna…dew；
Full palatable； and a colour grew
Upon his cheek； while thus he lifeful spake。
〃Peona！ ever have I long'd to slake
My thirst for the world's praises： nothing base；
No merely slumberous phantasm； could unlace
The stubborn canvas for my voyage prepar'd…
Though now 'tis tatter'd； leaving my bark bar'd
And sullenly drifting： yet my higher hope
Is of too wide； too rainbow…large a scope；
To fret at myriads of earthly wrecks。
Wherein lies happiness？ In that which becks
Our ready minds to fellowship divine；
A fellowship with essence； till we shine；
Full alchemiz'd； and free of space。 Behold
The clear religion of heaven！ Fold
A rose leaf round thy finger's taperness；
And soothe thy lips： hist； when the airy stress
Of music's kiss impregnates the free winds；
And with a sympathetic touch unbinds
AEolian magic from their lucid wombs：
Then old songs waken from enclouded tombs；
Old ditties sigh above their father's grave；
Ghosts of melodious prophecyings rave
Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot；
Bronze clarions awake； and faintly bruit；
Where long ago a giant battle was；
And； from the turf； a lullaby doth pass
In every place where infant Orpheus slept。
Feel we these things？… that moment have we stept
Into a sort of oneness； and our state
Is like a floating spirit's。 But there are
Richer entanglements； enthralments far
More self…destroying； leading； by degrees；
To the chief intensity： the crown of these
Is made of love and friendship； and sits high
Upon the forehead of humanity。
All its more ponderous and bulky worth
Is friendship； whence there ever issues forth
A steady splendour； but at the tip…top；
There hangs by unseen film； an orbed drop
Of light； and that is love： its influence；
Thrown in our eyes； genders a novel sense；
At which we start and fret； till in the end；
Melting into its radiance； we blend；
Mingle； and so become a part of it；…
Nor with aught else can our souls interknit
So wingedly： when we combine therewith；
Life's self is nourish'd by its proper pith；
And we are nurtured like a pelican brood。
Aye； so delicious is the unsating food；
That men； who might have tower'd in the van
Of all the congregated world； to fan
And winnow from the coming step of time
All chaff of custom； wipe away all slime
Left by men…slugs and human serpentry；
Have been content to let occasion die；
Whilst they did sleep in love's elysium。
And； truly； I would rather be struck dumb；
Than speak against this ardent listlessness：
For I have ever thought that it might bless
The world with benefits unknowingly；
As does the nightingale； upperched high；
And cloister'd among cool and bunched leaves…
She sings but to her love； nor e'er conceives
How tiptoe Night holds back her dark…grey hood。
Just so may love； although 'tis understood
The mere commingling of passionate breath；
Produce more than our searching witnesseth：
What I know not： but who； of men； can tell
That flowers would bloom； or that green fruit would swell
To melting pulp； that fish would have bright mail；
The earth its dower of river； wood； and vale；
The meadows runnels； runnels pebble…stones；
The seed its harvest； or the lute its tones；
Tones ravishment； or ravishment its sweet；
If human souls did never kiss and greet？
〃Now； if this earthly love has power to make
Men's being mortal； immortal； to shake
Ambition from their memories； and brim
Their measure of content： what merest whim；
Seems all this poor endeavour after fame；
To one； who keeps within his stedfast aim
A love immortal； an immortal too。
Look not so wilder'd； for these things are true；
And never can be born of atomies
That buzz about our slumbers； like brain…flies；
Leaving us fancy…sick。 No； no； I'm sure；
My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury；
Unless it did； though fearfully； espy
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream。
My sayings will the less obscured seem；
When I have told thee how my waking sight
Has made me scruple whether that same night
Was pass'd in dreaming。 Hearken； sweet Peona！
Beyond the matron…temple of Latona；
Which we should see but for these darkening boughs；
Lies a deep hollow； from whose ragged brows
Bushes and trees do lean all round athwart
And meet so nearly； that with wings outraught；
And spreaded tail； a vulture could not glide
Past them； but he must brush on every side。
Some moulder'd steps lead into this cool cell；
Far as the slabbed margin of a well；
Whose patient level peeps its crystal eye
Right upward； through the bushes； to the sky。
Oft have I brought thee flowers； on their stalks set
Like vestal primroses； but dark velvet
Edges them round； and they have golden pits：
'Twas there I got them； from the gaps and slits
In a mossy stone； that sometimes was my seat；
When all above was faint with mid…day heat。
And there in strife no burning thoughts to heed；
I'd bubble up the water through a reed；
So reaching back to boy…hood： make me ships
Of moulted feathers； touchwood； alder chips；
With leaves stuck in them； and the Neptune be
Of their petty ocean。 Oftener； heavily；
When love…lorn hours had left me less a child；
I sat contemplating the figures wild
Of o'er…head clouds melting the mirror through。
Upon a day； while thus I watch'd； by flew
A cloudy Cupid； with his bow and quiver；
So plainly character'd； no breeze would shiver
The happy chance： so happy； I was fain
To follow it upon the open plain；
And； therefore； was just going； when； behold！
A wonder； fair as any I have told…
The same bright face I tasted in my sleep；
Smiling in the clear well。 My heart did leap
Through the cool depth。… It moved
