anthology of massachusetts poets(马萨诸赛诗人)-第15节
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flooding sea upon the sands； And quenches starlight overhead。
Long have they slept。 Their separate dust Has mingled with a nameless
mould。 Only the slower…crumbling stones Still tell so much as may be told。
And now in shoreless fog adrift Like some lone mariner gliding by； I
lean above the drowning graves And wonder when I too shall lie
Where evermore the tides of night And earth will hide my lonely rest；
And Time will bid my love forget To read the stone upon my breast。
G。 O。 WARREN
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BEAUTY
NOT flesh alone am I； when I can be So swiftly caught in Beauty's
shimmering thread Whose slender fibres； woven； held by me； With their
frail strength my following heart have led。
Yea； not all mortal； not all death my mind； When； watching by lone
twilight waters' brim I tremblingly decipher； as they wind； Her deathless
hieroglyphs； though strange and dim。
So for this faith； when Thou my dust shalt bring To dust； remember
well； Great Alchemist； Yearly to change my wintry earth to spring； That I
with Beauty still may keep my tryst。
G。 O。 WARREN
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COMRADES
WHERE are the friends that I knew in my Maying； In the days of my
youth； in the first of my roaming？ We were dear； we were leal； O； far we
went straying； Now never a heart to my heart comes homing！ Where is
he now； the dark boy slender Who taught me bare…back； stirrup and reins？
I love him； he loved me； my beautiful； tender Tamer of horses on grass…
grown plains。
Where is he now whose eyes swam brighter； Softer than love； in his
turbulent charms； Who taught me to strike； and to fall； dear fighter； And
gather me up in his boyhood arms； Taught me the rifle； and with me went
riding； Suppled my limbs to the horseman's war； Where is he now； for
whom my heart's biding； Biding； bidingbut he rides far！
O love that passes the love of woman！ Who that hath felt it shall ever
forget When the breath of life with a throb turns human； And a lad's heart
is to a lad's heart set？ Ever； forever； lover and rover They shall cling； nor
each from other shall part Till the reign of the stars in the heavens be 'over；
And life is dust in each faithful heart。
They are dead； the American grasses under； There is no one now who
presses my side； By the African chotts I am riding asunder； And with great
joy ride I the last great ride。 I am fey； I am fein of sudden dying；
Thousands of miles there is no one near； And my heartall the night it is
crying； crying In the bosoms of dead lads darling…dear。
Hearts of my musicthem dark earth covers； Comrades to die； and to
die for； were they； In the width of the world there were no such rovers
Back to back； breast to breast； it was ours to stay； And the highest on earth
was the vow that we cherished； To spur forth from the crowd and come
back never more； And to ride in the track of great souls perished Till the
nests of the lark shall roof us o'er。
Yet lingers a horseman on Altai highlands； Who hath joy of me； riding
the Tartar glissade； And one； far faring o'er orient islands Whose blood yet
glints with my blade's accolade； North； west； east； I fling you my last
hallooing； Last love to the breasts where my own has bled； Through the
reach of the desert my soul leaps pursuing My star where it rises a Star of
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the Dead。
GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY
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THE FLIGHT
I
O WILD HEART； track the land's perfume； Beach…roses and moor…
heather！ All fragrances of herb and bloom Fail； out at sea； together。 O
follow where aloft find room Lark…song and eagle…feather！ All ecstasies of
throat and plume Melt； high on yon blue weather。
O leave on sky and ocean lost The flight creation dareth； Take wings
of love； that mounts the most： Find fame； that furthest fareth！ Thy flight；
albeit amid her host Thee； too； night star…like beareth； Flying； thy breast on
heaven's coast； The infinite outweareth。
II
〃Dead o'er us roll celestial fires； Mute stand Earth's ancient beaches；
Old thoughts； old instincts； old desires； The passing hour outreaches； The
soul creative never tires Evokes； adcres； beseeches； And that heart most
the god inspires Whom most its wildness teaches。
〃For I will course through falling years And stars and cities burning；
And I will march through dying cheers Past empires unreturning； Ever the
world flame reappears Where mankind power is earning； The nations'
hopes； the people's tears； One with the wild heart yearning。
GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY
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