an anthology of australian verse-第18节
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And gathered home with the weekly need；
Kindly greetings as neighbours meet
There in the stir of the busy street。
Then is the glare of the gaslight ray
Gifted with potency strange to…day；
Records of time…written history
Flash into sight as each face goes by。
There； as the hundreds slow moving go；
Each with his burden of joy or woe；
Souls； in the meeting of stranger's eyes；
Startled this kinship to recognise；
Meet and part； as the stars look down；
Week by week on the crowded town。
~And still； in the midst of the busy hum；
Rapt in their dream of delight they come。
Heedless of sorrow； of grief or care；
Wandering on in enchanted air；
Far from the haunting shadow of pain：
Two by two； again and again；
Strephon and Chloe together move；
Walking in Arcady； land of love。~
‘Resurgam'
（Autumn Song）
Chill breezes moaning are
Where leaves hang yellow：
O'er the grey hills afar
Flies the last swallow；
To come again； my love； to come again
Blithe with the summer。
But Ah！ the long months ere we welcome then
That bright new comer。
Cold lie the flowers and dead
Where leaves are falling。
Meekly they bowed and sped
At Autumn's calling。
To come again； my love； to come again
Blithe with the swallow。
Ah！ might I dreaming lie at rest till then；
Or rise and follow！
The summer blooms are gone；
And bright birds darting；
Cold lies the earth forlorn；
And we are parting。
To meet again； my love； to meet again
In deathless greeting；
But ah！ what wintry bitterness of pain
Ere that far meeting！
Distant Authors
〃Aqui esta encerrada el alma licenciado Pedro Garcias。〃
Dear books！ and each the living soul；
Our hearts aver； of men unseen；
Whose power to strengthen； charm； control；
Surmounts all earth's green miles between。
For us at least the artists show
Apart from fret of work…day jars：
We know them but as friends may know；
Or they are known beyond the stars。
Their mirth； their grief； their soul's desire；
When twilight murmuring of streams；
Or skies far touched by sunset fire；
Exalt them to pure worlds of dreams；
Their love of good； their rage at wrong；
Their hours when struggling thought makes way；
Their hours when fancy drifts to song
Lightly and glad as bird…trills may；
All these are truths。 And if as true
More graceless scrutiny that reads；
〃These fruits amid strange husking grew；〃
〃These lilies blossomed amongst weeds；〃
Here no despoiling doubts shall blow；
No fret of feud； of work…day jars。
We know them but as friends may know；
Or they are known beyond the stars。
John Bernard O'Hara。
Happy Creek
The little creek goes winding
Thro' gums of white and blue；
A silver arm
Around the farm
It flings； a lover true；
And softly； where the rushes lean；
It sings （O sweet and low）
A lover's song；
And winds along；
How happy lovers know！
The little creek goes singing
By maidenhair and moss；
Along its banks
In rosy ranks
The wild flowers wave and toss；
And ever where the ferns dip down
It sings （O sweet and low）
A lover's song；
And winds along；
How happy lovers know！
The little creek takes colour；
From summer skies above；
Now blue； now gold；
Its waters fold
The clouds in closest love；
But loudly when the thunders roll
It sings （nor sweet； nor low）
No lover's song；
But sweeps along；
How angry lovers know！
The little creek for ever
Goes winding； winding down；
Away； away；
By night； by day；
Where dark the ranges frown；
But ever as it glides it sings；
It sings （O sweet and low）
A lover's song；
And winds along；
How happy lovers know！
A Country Village
Among the folding hills
It lies； a quiet nook；
Where dreaming nature fills
Sweet pages of her book；
While through the meadow flowers
She sings in summer hours；
Or weds the woodland rills
Low…laughing to the brook。
The graveyard whitely gleams
Across the soundless vale；
So sad； so sweet； yet seems
A watcher cold and pale
That waits through many springs
The tribute old Time brings；
And knows； though life be loud；
The reaper may not fail。
Here come not feet of change
From year to fading year；
Ringed by the rolling range
No world…wide notes men hear。
The wheels of time may stand
Here in a lonely land；
Age after age may pass
Untouched of change or cheer；
As still the farmer keeps
The same dull round of things；
He reaps and sows and reaps；
And clings； as ivy clings；
To old…time trust； nor cares
What science does or dares；
What lever moves the world；
What progress spreads its wings。
Yet here； of woman born；
Are lives that know not rest；
With fierce desires that scorn
The quiet life as best；
That see in wider ways
Life's richer splendours blaze；
And feel ambition's fire
Burn in their ardent breast。
Yea； some that fain would know
Life's purpose strange and vast；
How wide is human woe；
What wailing of the past
Still strikes the present dumb；
What phantoms go and come
Of wrongs that cry aloud；
〃At last； O God！ at last！〃
Here； too； are dreams that wing
Rich regions of Romance；
Love waking when the Spring
Begins its first wild dance；
Love redder than the rose；
Love paler than the snows；
Love frail as corn that tilts
With morning winds a lance。
For never land so lone
That love could find not wings
In every wind that's blown
By lips of jewelled springs；
For love is life's sweet pain；
And when sweet life is slain
It finds a radiant rest
Beyond the change of things。
Beyond the shocks that jar；
The chance of changing fate；
Where fraud and violence are；
And heedless lust and hate；
Yet still where faith is clear；
And honour held most dear；
And hope that seeks the dawn
Looks up with heart elate。
Flinders
He left his island home
For leagues of sleepless foam；
For stress of alien seas；
Where wild winds ever blow；
For England's sake he sought
Fresh fields of fame； and fought
A stormy world for these
A hundred years ago。
And where the Austral shore
Heard southward far the roar
Of rising tides that came
From lands of ice and snow；
Beneath a gracious sky
To fadeless memory
He left a deathless name
A hundred years ago。
Yea； left a name sublime
From that wild dawn of Time；
Whose light he haply saw
In supreme sunrise flow；
And from the shadows vast；
That filled the dim dead past；
A brighter glory draw；
A hundred years ago。
Perchance； he saw in dreams
Beside our sunlit streams
In some majestic hour
Old England's banners blow；
Mayhap； the radiant morn
Of this great nation born；
August with perfect power；
A hundred years ago。
We know not； yet for thee
Far may the season be；
Whose harp in shameful sleep
Is soundless lying low！
Far be the noteless hour
That holds of fame no flower
For those who dared our deep
A hundred years ago。
M。 A。 Sinclair。
The Chatelaine
I have built one； so have you；
Paved with marble； domed with blue；
Battlement and ladies' bower；
Donjon keep and watchman's tower。
I have climbed； as you have done；
To the tower at set of sun
Crying from its parlous height；
〃Watchman； tell us of the night。〃
I have stolen at midnight bell；
Like you； to the secret cell；
Shuddering at its charnel breath
Left lockfast the spectre； Death。
I have used your lure to call
Choice guests to my golden hall：
Rarely welcome； rarely free
To my hospitality。
In a glow of rosy light
Hours； like minutes； take their flight
As from you they fled away；
When； like you； I bade them stay。
Ah！ the pretty flow of wit；
And the good hearts under it；
While the wheels of life go round
With a most melodious sound。
Not a vestige anywhere
Of our grim familiar； Care
Roses！ from the trees of yore
Blooming by the rivers four。
Not a jar； and not a fret；
Ecstasy and longing met。
But why should I thus define
Is not your chateau like mine？
Scarcely were it strange to meet
In that magic realm so sweet；
So！ I'll take this dreamland train
Bound for my chateau in Spain。
Sydney Jephcott。
Chaucer
O gracious morning eglantine；
Making the far old English ways divine！
Though from thy stock our mateless rose was bred；
Staining the world's skies with its red；
Our garden gives no scent so fresh as thine；
Sweet； thorny…seeming eglantine。
