poems and songs-第14章
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By the Roses all reeling with colours?
A tree from its tresses a blossom did shake;
It fell on her face; and I feared she would wake;
So I brushed it away for her sweet sake;
In that garden of beautiful Roses!
In the dreamy perfumes
From ripe…red blooms
In a dance and a dazzle of Roses。
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SUNSET
IT is better; O day; that you go to your rest;
For you go like a guest who was loth to remain!
Swing open; ye gates of the east and the west;
And let out the wild shadows … the night and the rain。
Ye winds; ye are dead; with your voices attuned;
That thrilled the green life in the sweet…scented sheaves;
When I touched a warm hand which has faded; and swooned
To a trance of the darkness; and blight on the leaves。
I had studied the lore in her maiden…like ways;
And the large…hearted love of my Annie was won;
'Ere Summer had passed into passionate days;
Or Autumn made ready her fruits for the Sun。
So my life was complete; and the hours that went by;
And the moon and the willow…wooed waters around;
Might have known that we rested; my Annie and I;
In happiness calm as the slumber of sound。
On Sundays we wandered; as glad as a breeze;
By the rocks and the waves on a glittering beach;
Or we loitered in gardens melodious with bees;
And sucked the sweet pulp of the plum and the peach。
‘‘The Forest will show me the secrets of Fame;''
I said to myself in the gum…shadowed glen;
‘‘I will call every blossom and tree by its name;
And the people shall deem me a man of the men。
‘‘I will gather Roses of Sharon; my Soul; …
The Roses of Sharon so cool and so sweet;
And our brothers shall see me entwining the whole
For a garland to drop at my dear Annie's feet。''
It is better; O day; that you go to your rest;
For you go like a guest who was loth to remain!
Swing open; ye gates of the east and the west;
And let out the wild shadows … the night and the rain。
Page: 61
DOUBTING
A BROTHER wandered forth with me;
Beside a barren beach:
He harped on things beyond the sea;
And out of reach。
He hinted once of unknown skies;
And then I would not hark;
But turned away from steadfast eyes;
Into the dark。
And said … ‘‘an ancient faith is dead
And wonder fills my mind:
I marvel how the blind have led
So long the blind。
‘‘Behold this truth we only know
That night is on the land!
And we a weary way must go
To find God's hand。''
I wept … ‘‘Our fathers told us; Lord;
That Thou wert kind and just;
But lo! our wailings fly abroad
For broken trust。
‘‘How many evil ones are here
Who mocking go about;
Because we are too faint with fear
To wrestle Doubt!
‘‘Thy riddles are beyond the ken
Of creatures of the sod:
Remember that we are but men;
And Thou art God!
‘‘O; doting world; methinks your stay
Is weaker than a reed!
Our Father turns His face away;
'Tis dark indeed。''
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The evening woods lay huddled there;
All wrapped in silence strange:
A sudden wind … and lo! the air
Was filled with change。
‘‘Your words are wild;'' my brother said;
‘‘For God's voice fills the breeze;
Go … hide yourself; as Adam did;
Amongst the trees。
‘‘I pluck the shoes from off my feet;
But dare to look around;
Behold;'' he said; ‘‘my Lord I greet;
On holy ground!‘‘
And God spake through the wind to me …
‘‘Shake off that gloom of Fear;
You fainting soul who could not see
That I was near。
‘‘Why vex me crying day and night? …
You call on me to hark!
But when I bless your world with light;
Who makes it dark?
‘‘Is there a ravelled riddle left
That you would have undone?
What other doubts are there to sift?''
I answered … ‘‘None。''
‘‘My son; look up; if you would see
The Promise on your way;
And turn a trustful face to me。''
I whispered … ‘‘Yea。''
GERALDINE
MY head is filled with olden rhymes beside this moaning sea;
But many and many a day has gone since I was dear to thee!
I know my passion fades away; and therefore oft regret
That some who love indeed can part and in the years forget。
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Ah! through the twilights when we stood the wattle trees between;
We did not dream of such a time as this; fair Geraldine。
I do not say that all has gone of passion and of pain;
I yearn for many happy thoughts I shall not think again!
And often when the wind is up; and wailing round the eaves;
You sigh for withered Purpose shred and scattered like the leaves;
The Purpose blooming when we met each other on the green;
The sunset heavy in your curls; my golden Geraldine。
I think we lived a loftier life through hours of Long Ago;
For in the largened evening earth our spirits seemed to grow。
Well; that has passed; and here I stand; upon a lonely place;
While Night is stealing round the land; like Time across my face;
But I can calmly recollect our shadowy parting scene;
And swooning thoughts that had no voice … no utterance; Geraldine。
ACHAN
(From ‘‘Jephthah''。)
HATH he not followed a star through the darkness;
Ye people who sit at the table of Jephthah?
Oh! turn with the face to a light in the mountains;
Behold it is further from Achan than ever!
‘‘I know how it is with my brothers in Mizpeh;''
Said Achan; the swift…footed runner of Zorah;
‘‘They look at the wood they have hewn for the altar;
And think of a shadow in sackcloth and ashes。
‘‘I know how it is with the daughter of Jephthah;
(O Ada; my love; and the fairest of women!)
She wails in the time when her heart is so zealous
For God who hath stricken the children of Ammon。
‘‘I said I would bring her the odours of Edom;
And armfuls of spices to set at the banquet!
Behold I have fronted the chieftain her father;
And strong men have wept for the leader of thousands!
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‘‘My love is a rose of the roses of Sharon;
All lonely and bright as the Moon in the myrtles!
Her lips; like to honeycombs; fill with the sweetness
That Achan the thirsty is hindered from drinking。
‘‘Her women have wept for the love that is wasted
Like wine; which is spilt when the people are wanting;
And hot winds have dried all the cisterns of Elim!
For love that is wasted her women were wailing!
‘‘The timbrels fall silent! And dost thou not hear it;
A voice; like the sound of a lute when we loiter;
And sit by the pools in the valleys of Arnon;
And suck the cool grapes that are growing in clusters?
‘‘She glides; like a myrrh…scented wind; through the willows;
O Ada! behold it is Achan that speaketh:
I know thou art near me; but never can see thee;
Because of the horrible drouth in mine eyelids。''
The End