zanoni-第18章

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CHAPTER　1。X。



Che　difesa　miglior　ch'　usbergo　e　scudo；

E　la　santa　innocenza　al　petto　ignudo！

〃Ger。　Lib。；〃　c。　viii。　xli。



（Better　defence　than　shield　or　breastplate　is　holy　innocence

to　the　naked　breast。）



And　they　buried　the　musician　and　his　barbiton　together；　in　the

same　coffin。　　That　famous　Steinerprimeval　Titan　of　the　great

Tyrolese　raceoften　hast　thou　sought　to　scale　the　heavens；　and

therefore　must　thou；　like　the　meaner　children　of　men；　descend　to

the　dismal　Hades！　　Harder　fate　for　thee　than　thy　mortal　master。

For　THY　soul　sleeps　with　thee　in　the　coffin。　　And　the　music　that

belongs　to　HIS；　separate　from　the　instrument；　ascends　on　high；　to

be　heard　often　by　a　daughter's　pious　ears　when　the　heaven　is

serene　and　the　earth　sad。　　For　there　is　a　sense　of　hearing　that

the　vulgar　know　not。　　And　the　voices　of　the　dead　breathe　soft　and

frequent　to　those　who　can　unite　the　memory　with　the　faith。



And　now　Viola　is　alone　in　the　world；alone　in　the　home　where

loneliness　had　seemed　from　the　cradle　a　thing　that　was　not　of

nature。　　And　at　first　the　solitude　and　the　stillness　were

insupportable。　　Have　you；　ye　mourners；　to　whom　these　sibyl

leaves；　weird　with　many　a　dark　enigma；　shall　be　borne；　have　you

not　felt　that　when　the　death　of　some　best…loved　one　has　made　the

hearth　desolate；have　you　not　felt　as　if　the　gloom　of　the

altered　home　was　too　heavy　for　thought　to　bear？you　would　leave

it；　though　a　palace；　even　for　a　cabin。　　And　yet；sad　to　say；

when　you　obey　the　impulse；　when　you　fly　from　the　walls；　when　in

the　strange　place　in　which　you　seek　your　refuge　nothing　speaks　to

you　of　the　lost；　have　ye　not　felt　again　a　yearning　for　that　very

food　to　memory　which　was　just　before　but　bitterness　and　gall？　　Is

it　not　almost　impious　and　profane　to　abandon　that　dear　hearth　to

strangers？　　And　the　desertion　of　the　home　where　your　parents

dwelt；　and　blessed　you；　upbraids　your　conscience　as　if　you　had

sold　their　tombs。



Beautiful　was　the　Etruscan　superstition　that　the　ancestors　become

the　household　gods。　　Deaf　is　the　heart　to　which　the　Lares　call

from　the　desolate　floors　in　vain。　　At　first　Viola　had；　in　her

intolerable　anguish；　gratefully　welcomed　the　refuge　which　the

house　and　family　of　a　kindly　neighbour；　much　attached　to　her

father；　and　who　was　one　of　the　orchestra　that　Pisani　shall

perplex　no　more；　had　proffered　to　the　orphan。　　But　the　company　of

the　unfamiliar　in　our　grief；　the　consolation　of　the　stranger；　how

it　irritates　the　wound！　　And　then；　to　hear　elsewhere　the　name　of

father；　mother；　child；as　if　death　came　alone　to　you；to　see

elsewhere　the　calm　regularity　of　those　lives　united　in　love　and

order；　keeping　account　of　happy　hours；　the　unbroken　timepiece　of

home；　as　if　nowhere　else　the　wheels　were　arrested；　the　chain

shattered；　the　hands　motionless；　the　chime　still！　　No；　the　grave

itself　does　not　remind　us　of　our　loss　like　the　company　of　those

who　have　no　loss　to　mourn。　　Go　back　to　thy　solitude；　young

orphan；go　back　to　thy　home：　　the　sorrow　that　meets　thee　on　the

threshold　can　greet　thee；　even　in　its　sadness；　like　the　smile

upon　the　face　of　the　dead。　　And　there；　from　thy　casement；　and

there；　from　without　thy　door；　thou　seest　still　the　tree；　solitary

as　thyself；　and　springing　from　the　clefts　of　the　rock；　but

forcing　its　way　to　light；as；　through　all　sorrow；　while　the

seasons　yet　can　renew　the　verdure　and　bloom　of　youth；　strives　the

instinct　of　the　human　heart！　　Only　when　the　sap　is　dried　up；　only

when　age　comes　on；　does　the　sun　shine　in　vain　for　man　and　for　the

tree。



Weeks　and　monthsmonths　sad　and　manyagain　passed；　and　Naples

will　not　longer　suffer　its　idol　to　seclude　itself　from　homage。

The　world　ever　plucks　us　back　from　ourselves　with　a　thousand

arms。　　And　again　Viola's　voice　is　heard　upon　the　stage；　which；

mystically　faithful　to　life；　is　in　nought　more　faithful　than

this；　that　it　is　the　appearances　that　fill　the　scene；　and　we

pause　not　to　ask　of　what　realities　they　are　the　proxies。　　When

the　actor　of　Athens　moved　all　hearts　as　he　clasped　the　burial

urn；　and　burst　into　broken　sobs；　how　few；　there；　knew　that　it

held　the　ashes　of　his　son！　　Gold；　as　well　as　fame；　was　showered

upon　the　young　actress；　but　she　still　kept　to　her　simple　mode　of

life；　to　her　lowly　home；　to　the　one　servant　whose　faults；　selfish

as　they　were；　Viola　was　too　inexperienced　to　perceive。　　And　it

was　Gionetta　who　had　placed　her　when　first　born　in　her　father's

arms！　　She　was　surrounded　by　every　snare；　wooed　by　every

solicitation　that　could　beset　her　unguarded　beauty　and　her

dangerous　calling。　　But　her　modest　virtue　passed　unsullied

through　them　all。　　It　is　true　that　she　had　been　taught　by　lips

now　mute　the　maiden　duties　enjoined　by　honour　and　religion。　　And

all　love　that　spoke　not　of　the　altar　only　shocked　and　repelled

her。　　But　besides　that；　as　grief　and　solitude　ripened　her　heart；

and　made　her　tremble　at　times　to　think　how　deeply　it　could　feel；

her　vague　and　early　visions　shaped　themselves　into　an　ideal　of

love。　　And　till　the　ideal　is　found；　how　the　shadow　that　it　throws

before　it　chills　us　to　the　actual！　　With　that　ideal；　ever　and

ever；　unconsciously；　and　with　a　certain　awe　and　shrinking；　came

the　shape　and　voice　of　the　warning　stranger。　　Nearly　two　years

had　passed　since　he　had　appeared　at　Naples。　　Nothing　had　been

heard　of　him；　save　that　his　vessel　had　been　directed；　some　months

after　his　departure；　to　sail　for　Leghorn。　　By　the　gossips　of

Naples；　his　existence；　supposed　so　extraordinary；　was　wellnigh

forgotten；　but　the　heart　of　Viola　was　more　faithful。　　Often　he

glided　through　her　dreams；　and　when　the　wind　sighed　through　that

fantastic　tree；　associated　with　his　remembrance；　she　started　with

a　tremor　and　a　blush；　as　if　she　had　heard　him　speak。



But　amongst　the　train　of　her　suitors　was　one　to　whom　she　listened

more　gently　than　to　the　rest；　partly　because；　perhaps；　he　spoke

in　her　mother's　native　tongue；　partly　because　in　his　diffidence

there　was　little　to　alarm　and　displease；　partly　because　his　rank；

nearer　to　her　own　than　that　of　lordlier　wooers；　prevented　his

admiration　from　appearing　insult；　partly　because　he　himself；

eloquent　and　a　dreamer；　often　uttered　thoughts　that　were　kindred

to　those　buried　deepest　in　her　mind。　　She　began　to　like；　perhaps

to　love　him；　but　as　a　sister　loves；　a　sort　of　privileged

familiarity　sprung　up　between　them。　　If　in　the　Englishman's

breast　arose　wild　and　unworthy　hopes；　he　had　not　yet　expressed

them。　　Is　there　danger　to　thee　here；　lone　Viola；　or　is　the　danger

greater　in　thy　unfound　ideal？



And　now；　as　the　overture　to　some　strange　and　wizard　spectacle；

closes　this　opening　prelude。　　Wilt　thou　hear　more？　　Come　with　thy

faith　prepared。　　I　ask　not　the　blinded　eyes；　but　the　awakened

sense。　　As　the　enchanted　Isle；　remote　from　the　homes　of　men；



〃Ove　alcun　legno

Rado；　o　non　mai　va　dalle　nostre　sponde；〃

〃Ger。Lib。；〃　cant。　xiv。　69。



（Where　ship　seldom　or　never　comes　from　our　coasts。）



is　the　space　in　the　weary　ocean　of　actual　life　to　which　the　Muse

or　Sibyl　（ancient　in　years；　but　ever　young　in　aspect）；　offers

thee　no　unhallowed　sail；



〃Quinci　ella　in　cima　a　una　montagna　ascende

Disabitata；　e　d'　ombre　oscura　e　bruna；

E　par　incanto　a　lei　nevose　rende

Le　spalle　e　i　fianchi；　e　sensa　neve　alcuna

Gli　lascia　il　capo　verdeggiante　e　vago；

E　vi　fonda　un　palagio　appresso　un　lago。〃



（There；　she　a　mountain's　lofty　peak　ascends；

Unpeopled；　shady；　shagg'd　with　forests　brown；

Whose　sides；　by　power　of　magic；　half…way　down

She　heaps　with　slippery　ice　and　frost　and　snow；

But　sunshiny　and　verdant　leaves　the　crown

With　orange…woods　and　myrtles；speaks；　and　lo！

Rich　from　the　bordering　lake　a　palace　rises　slow。

Wiffin's　〃Translation。〃





BOOK　II。



ART；　LOVE；　AND　WONDER。



Diversi　aspetti　in　un　confusi　e　misti。

〃Ger。　Lib；〃　cant。　iv。　7。



Different　appearances；　confused　and　mixt　in　one。





CHAPTER　2。I。



Centauri；　e　Sfingi；