the sorrows of young werther-第27章
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r was swift on the field； thy look was like mist on the wave； thy shield a red cloud in a storm！ Armar； renowned in war； came and sought Daura's love。 He was not long refused： fair was the hope of their friends。
〃Erath； son of Odgal； repined： his brother had been slain by Armar。 He came disguised like a son of the sea： fair was his cliff on the wave； white his locks of age； calm his serious brow。 Fairest of women； he said； lovely daughter of Armin！ a rock not distant in the sea bears a tree on its side； red shines the fruit afar。 There Armar waits for Daura。 I come to carry his love！ she went she called on Armar。 Nought answered； but the son of the rock。 Armar； my love； my love！ why tormentest thou me with fear？ Hear； son of Arnart； hear！ it is Daura who calleth thee。 Erath； the traitor； fled laughing to the land。 She lifted up her voice she called for her brother and her father。 Arindal！ Armin！ none to relieve you； Daura。
〃Her voice came over the sea。 Arindal； my son； descended from the hill； rough in the spoils of the chase。 His arrows rattled by his side； his bow was in his hand； five dark…gray dogs attended his steps。 He saw fierce Erath on the shore； he seized and bound him to an oak。 Thick wind the thongs of the hide around his limbs； he loads the winds with his groans。 Arindal ascends the deep in his boat to bring Daura to land。 Armar came in his wrath； and let fly the gray…feathered shaft。 It sung； it sunk in thy heart； O Arindal； my son！ for Erath the traitor thou diest。 The oar is stopped at once： he panted on the rock； and expired。 What is thy grief； O Daura； when round thy feet is poured thy brother's blood。 The boat is broken in twain。 Armar plunges into the sea to rescue his Daura； or die。 Sudden a blast from a hill came over the waves； he sank； and he rose no more。
〃Alone； on the sea…beat rock； my daughter was heard to complain； frequent and loud were her cries。 What could her father do？ All night I stood on the shore： I saw her by the faint beam of the moon。 All night I heard her cries。 Loud was the wind； the rain beat hard on the hill。 Before morning appeared； her voice was weak； it died away like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks。 Spent with grief； she expired； and left thee； Armin； alone。 Gone is my strength in war； fallen my pride among women。 When the storms aloft arise； when the north lifts the wave on high； I sit by the sounding shore； and look on the fatal rock。
〃Often by the setting moon I see the ghosts of my children； half viewless they walk in mournful conference together。〃
A torrent of tears which streamed from Charlotte's eyes and gave relief to her bursting heart； stopped Werther's recitation。 He threw down the book； seized her hand； and wept bitterly。 Charlotte leaned upon her hand； and buried her face in her handkerchief： the agitation of both was excessive。 They felt that their own fate was pictured in the misfortunes of Ossian's heroes； they felt this together； and their tears redoubled。 Werther supported his forehead on Charlotte's arm： she trembled； she wished to be gone； but sorrow and sympathy lay like a leaden weight upon her soul。 She recovered herself shortly； and begged Werther； with broken sobs； to leave her； implored him with the utmost earnestness to comply with her request。 He trembled； his heart was ready to burst： then； taking up the book again； he recommenced reading； in a voice broken by sobs。 〃Why dost thou waken me； O spring？ Thy voice woos me； exclaiming； I refresh thee with heavenly dews； but the time of my decay is approaching； the storm is nigh that shall whither my leaves。 Tomorrow the traveller shall come； he shall come； who beheld me in beauty： his eye shall seek me in the field around； but he shall not find me。〃
The whole force of these words fell upon the unfortunate Werther。 Full of despair； he threw himself at Charlotte's feet； seized her hands； and pressed them to his eyes and to his forehead。 An apprehension of his fatal project now struck her for the first time。 Her senses were bewildered： she held his hands； pressed them to her bosom； and； leaning toward him with emotions of the tenderest pity； her warm cheek touched his。 They lost sight of everything。 The world disappeared from their eyes。 He clasped her in his arms； strained her to his bosom； and covered her trembling lips with passionate kisses。 〃Werther！〃 she cried with a faint voice； turning herself away； 〃Werther！〃 and； with a feeble hand； she pushed him from her。 At length； with the firm voice of virtue； she exclaimed； 〃Werther！〃 He resisted not； but； tearing himself from her arms； fell on his knees before her。 Charlotte rose； and； with disordered grief； in mingled tones of love and resentment； she exclaimed； 〃It is the last time； Werther！ You shall never see me any more！〃 Then； casting one last； tender look upon her unfortunate lover； she rushed into the adjoining room； and locked the door。 Werther held out his arms； but did not dare to detain her。 He continued on the ground； with his head resting on the sofa； for half an hour； till he heard a noise which brought him to his senses。 The servant entered。 He then walked up and down the room； and； when he was again left alone； he went to Charlotte's door； and； in a low voice； said； 〃Charlotte； Charlotte！ but one word more； one last adieu！〃 She returned no answer。 He stopped； and listened and entreated； but all was silent。 At length he tore himself from the place； crying； 〃Adieu； Charlotte； adieu for ever！〃
Werther ran to the gate of the town。 The guards； who knew him； let him pass in silence。 The night was dark and stormy； it rained and snowed。 He reached his own door about eleven。 His servant； although seeing him enter the house without his hat； did not venture to say anything； and； as he undressed his master； he found that his clothes were wet。 His hat was afterward found on the point of a rock overhanging the valley； and it is inconceivable how he could have climbed to the summit on such a dark； tempestuous night without losing his life。
He retired to bed； and slept to a late hour。 The next morning his servant； upon being called to bring his coffee； found him writing。 He was adding； to Charlotte； what we here annex。
〃For the last； last time I open these eyes。 Alas！ they will behold the sun no more。 It is covered by a thick； impenetrable cloud。 Yes； Nature！ put on mourning： your child； your friend； your lover； draws near his end！ This thought； Charlotte； is without parallel； and yet it seems like a mysterious dream when I repeat this is my last day！ The last！ Charlotte； no word can adequately express this thought。 The last！ To…day I stand erect in all my strength to…morrow； cold and stark； I shall lie extended upon the ground。 To die！ what is death？ We do but dream in our discourse upon it。 I have seen many human beings die； but； so straitened is our feeble nature； we have no clear conception of the beginning or the end of our existence。 At this moment I am my own or rather I am thine； thine； my adored！ and the next we are parted； severed perhaps for ever！ No； Charlotte； no！ How can I； how can you； be annihilated？ We exist。 What is annihilation？ A mere word； an unmeaning sound that fixes no impression on the mind。 Dead； Charlotte！ laid in the cold earth； in the dark and narrow grave！ I had a friend once who was everything to me in early youth。 She died。 I followed her hearse； I stood by her grave when the coffin was lowered； and when I heard the creaking of the cords as they were loosened and drawn up； when the first shovelful of earth was thrown in； and the coffin returned a hollow sound； which grew fainter and fainter till all was completely covered over； I threw myself on the ground； my heart was smitten； grieved； shattered； rent but I neither knew what had happened； nor what was to happen to me。 Death！ the grave！ I understand not the words。 Forgive； oh； forgive me！ Yesterday ah； that day should have been the last of my life！ Thou angel！ for the first time in my existence； I felt rapture glow within my inmost soul。 She loves； she loves me！ Still burns upon my lips the sacred fire they received from thine。 New torrents of delig
