lucile-第10节
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
r your heart May have suffer'd of yore； this can only impart A pity profound to the love which I feel。 Hush！ hush！ I know all。 Tell me nothing； Lucile。〃 〃You know all； Duke？〃 she said； 〃well then； know that； in truth； I have learn'd from the rude lesson taught to my youth From my own heart to shelter my life； to mistrust The heart of another。 We are what we must； And not what we would be。 I know that one hour Assures not another。 The will and the power Are diverse。〃 〃O madam！〃 he answer'd； 〃you fence With a feeling you know to be true and intense。 'Tis not MY life； Lucile； that I plead for alone： If your nature I know； 'tis no less for your own。 That nature will prey on itself； it was made To influence others。 Consider；〃 he said； 〃That genius craves powerwhat scope for it here？ Gifts less noble to ME give command of that sphere In which genius IS power。 Such gifts you despise？ But you do not disdain what such gifts realize！ I offer you； Lady； a name not unknown A fortune which worthless； without you； is grown All my life at your feet I lay downat your feet A heart which for you； and you only； can beat。〃
LUCILE。
That heart； Duke； that lifeI respect both。 The name And position you offer； and all that you claim In behalf of their nobler employment； I feel To deserve what； in turn； I now ask you
LUVOIS。
Lucile！
LUCILE。
I ask you to leave me
LUVOIS。
You do not reject？
LUCILE。
I ask you to leave me the time to reflect。
LUVOIS。
You ask me？
LUCILE。
The time to reflect。
LUVOIS。
SayOne word！ May I hope？ The reply of Lucile was not heard By Lord Alfred； for just then she rose； and moved on。 The Duke bow'd his lips o'er her hand； and was gone。
XX。
Not a sound save the birds in the bushes。 And when Alfred Vargrave reel'd forth to the sunlight again； He just saw the white robe of the woman recede As she entered the house。 Scarcely conscious indeed Of his steps； he too follow'd； and enter'd。
XXI。
He enter'd Unnoticed； Lucile never stirr'd： so concentred And wholly absorb'd in her thoughts she appear'd。 Her back to the window was turn'd。 As he near'd The sofa； her face from the glass was reflected。 Her dark eyes were fix'd on the ground。 Pale； dejected； And lost in profound meditation she seem'd。 Softly； silently； over her droop'd shoulders stream'd The afternoon sunlight。 The cry of alarm And surprise which escaped her； as now on her arm Alfred Vargrave let fall a hand icily cold And clammy as death； all too cruelly told How far he had been from her thoughts。
XXII。
All his cheek Was disturb'd with the effort it cost him to speak。 〃It was not my fault。 I have heard all；〃 he said。 〃Now the lettersand farewell； Lucile！ When you wed May〃 The sentence broke short； like a weapon that snaps When the weight of a man is upon it。 〃Perhaps；〃 Said Lucile （her sole answer reveal'd in the flush Of quick color which up to her brow seem'd to rush In reply to those few broken words）； 〃this farewell Is our last； Alfred Vargrave； in life。 Who can tell？ Let us part without bitterness。 Here are your letters。 Be assured I retain you no more in my fetters！〃 She laughed； as she said this； a little sad laugh； And stretched out her hand with the letters。 And half Wroth to feel his wrath rise； and unable to trust His own powers of restraint； in his bosom he thrust The packet she gave； with a short angry sigh； Bow'd his head； and departed without a reply。
XXIII。
And Lucile was alone。 And the men of the world Were gone back to the world。 And the world's self was furl'd Far away from the heart of the woman。 Her hand Droop'd； and from it； unloosed from their frail silken band； Fell those early love…letters； strewn； scatter'd； and shed At her feetlife's lost blossoms！ Dejected； her head On her bosom was bow'd。 Her gaze vaguely stray'd o'er Those strewn records of passionate moments no more。 From each page to her sight leapt some words that belied The composure with which she that day had denied Every claim on her heart to those poor perish'd years。 They avenged themselves now； and she burst into tears。
CANTO IV。
I。
LETTER FROM COUSIN JOHN TO COUSIN ALFRED。
〃BIGORRE； THURSDAY。 〃Time up； you rascal！ Come back； or be hang'd。 Matilda grows peevish。 Her mother harangued For a whole hour this morning about you。 The deuce！ What on earth can I say to you？nothing's of use。 And the blame of the whole of your shocking behavior Falls on ME； sir！ Come back；do you hear？or I leave your Affairs； and； abjure you forever。 Come back To your anxious betroth'd； and perplexed 〃COUSIN JACK。〃
II。
Alfred needed； in truth； no entreaties from John To increase his impatience to fly from Luchon。 All the place was now fraught with sensations of pain Which； whilst in it； he strove to escape from in vain。 A wild instinct warn'd him to fly from a place Where he felt that some fatal event； swift of pace； Was approaching his life。 In despite his endeavor To think of Matilda； her image forever Was effaced from his fancy by that of Lucile。 From the ground which he stood on he felt himself reel。 Scared； alarm'd by those feelings to which； on the day Just before； all his heart had so soon given way； When he caught； with a strange sense of fear； for assistance； And what was； till then； the great fact in existence； 'Twas a phantom he grasp'd。
III。
Having sent for his guide； He order'd his horse； and determin'd to ride Back forthwith to Bigorre。 Then； the guide； who well knew Every haunt of those hills； said the wild lake of Oo Lay a league from Luchon； and suggested a track By the lake to Bigorre； which； transversing the back Of the mountain； avoided a circuit between Two long valleys； and thinking； 〃Perchance change of scene May create change of thought；〃 Alfred Vargrave agreed； Mounted horse； and set forth to Bigorre at full speed。
IV。
His guide rode beside him。 The king of the guides！ The gallant Bernard！ ever boldly he rides； Ever gayly he sings！ For to him； from of old； The hills have confided their secrets； and told Where the white partridge lies； and the cock o' the woods； Where the izard flits fine through the cold solitudes； Where the bear lurks perdu； and the lynx on his prey At nightfall descends； when the mountains are gray； Where the sassafras blooms； and the bluebell is born； And the wild rhododendron first reddens at morn； Where the source of the waters is fine as a thread； How the storm on the wild Maladetta is spread； Where the thunder is hoarded； the snows lie asleep； Whence the torrents are fed； and the cataracts leap； And； familiarly known in the hamlets； the vales Have whisper'd to him all their thousand love…tales； He has laugh'd with the girls； he has leap'd with the boys； Ever blithe； ever bold； ever boon； he enjoys An existence untroubled by envy or strife； While he feeds on the dews and the juices of life。 And so lightly he sings； and so gayly he rides； For BERNARD LE SAUTEUR is the king of all guides！
V。
But Bernard found； that day； neither song not love…tale； Nor adventure； nor laughter； nor legend avail To arouse from his deep and profound revery Him that silent beside him rode fast as could be。
VI。
Ascending the mountain they slacken'd their pace； And the marvellous prospect each moment changed face。 The breezy and pure inspirations of morn Breathed about them。 The scarp'd ravaged mountains； all worn By the torrents； whose course they watch'd faintly meander； Were alive with the diamonded shy salamander。 They paused o'er the bosom of purple abysses； And wound through a region of green wildernesses； The waters went whirling above and around； The forests hung heap'd in their shadows profound。 Here the Larboust； and there Aventin； Castellon； Which the Demon of Tempest； descending upon； Had wasted with fire； and the peaceful Cazeaux They mark'd； and far down in the sunshine below； Half dipp'd in a valley of airiest blue； The white happy homes of the valley of Oo； Where the age is yet golden。 And high overhead The wrecks of the combat of Titans were spread。 Red granite； and quartz； in the alchemic sun； Fused their splendors of crimson and crystal in one； And deep in the moss gleam'd the delicate shells； And the dew linger'd fresh in the heavy harebells； The large violet burn'd； the campanula blue； And Autumn's own flower； the saffron； peer'd through The red…berried brambles and thick sassafras； And fragrant with thyme was the delicate grass； And high up； and higher； and highest of all； The secular phantom of snow！ O'er the wall Of a gray sunless glen gaping drowsy below； That aerial spectre； reveal'd in the glow Of the great golden dawn； hovers faint on the eye And appears to grow in； and grow out of； the sky And plays with the
