the complete poetical works-第111节
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The faces of familiar friends seemed strange；
Their voices I could hear；
And yet the words they uttered seemed to change
Their meaning to my ear。
For the one face I looked for was not there；
The one low voice was mute；
Only an unseen presence filled the air；
And baffled my pursuit。
Now I look back； and meadow； manse； and stream
Dimly my thought defines；
I only seea dream within a dream
The hill…top hearsed with pines。
I only hear above his place of rest
Their tender undertone；
The infinite longings of a troubled breast；
The voice so like his own。
There in seclusion and remote from men
The wizard hand lies cold；
Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen；
And left the tale half told。
Ah！ who shall lift that wand of magic power；
And the lost clew regain？
The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower
Unfinished must remain！
CHRISTMAS BELLS
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old； familiar carols play；
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth； good…will to men！
And thought how； as the day had come；
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth； good…will to men！
Till； ringing； singing on its way；
The world revolved from night to day；
A voice； a chime；
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth； good…will to men！
Then from each black； accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South；
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth； good…will to men！
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth…stones of a continent；
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth； good…will to men！
And in despair I bowed my head；
〃There is no peace on earth；〃 I said：
〃For hate is strong；
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth； good…will to men！〃
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep：
〃God is not dead； nor doth he sleep！
The Wrong shall fail；
The Right prevail；
With peace on earth； good…will to men！〃
THE WIND OVER THE CHIMNEY
See； the fire is sinking low；
Dusky red the embers glow；
While above them still I cower；
While a moment more I linger；
Though the clock； with lifted finger；
Points beyond the midnight hour。
Sings the blackened log a tune
Learned in some forgotten June
From a school…boy at his play；
When they both were young together；
Heart of youth and summer weather
Making all their holiday。
And the night…wind rising； hark！
How above there in the dark；
In the midnight and the snow；
Ever wilder； fiercer； grander；
Like the trumpets of Iskander；
All the noisy chimneys blow！
Every quivering tongue of flame
Seems to murmur some great name；
Seems to say to me； 〃Aspire！〃
But the night…wind answers； 〃Hollow
Are the visions that you follow；
Into darkness sinks your fire！〃
Then the flicker of the blaze
Gleams on volumes of old days；
Written by masters of the art；
Loud through whose majestic pages
Rolls the melody of ages；
Throb the harp…strings of the heart。
And again the tongues of flame
Start exulting and exclaim：
〃These are prophets； bards； and seers；
In the horoscope of nations；
Like ascendant constellations；
They control the coming years。〃
But the night…wind cries： 〃Despair！
Those who walk with feet of air
Leave no long…enduring marks；
At God's forges incandescent
Mighty hammers beat incessant；
These are but the flying sparks。
〃Dust are all the hands that wrought；
Books are sepulchres of thought；
The dead laurels of the dead
Rustle for a moment only；
Like the withered leaves in lonely
Churchyards at some passing tread。〃
Suddenly the flame sinks down；
Sink the rumors of renown；
And alone the night…wind drear
Clamors louder； wilder； vaguer；
〃'T is the brand of Meleager
Dying on the hearth…stone here！〃
And I answer；〃Though it be；
Why should that discomfort me？
No endeavor is in vain；
Its reward is in the doing；
And the rapture of pursuing
Is the prize the vanquished gain。〃
THE BELLS OF LYNN
HEARD AT NAHANT
O curfew of the setting sun！ O Bells of Lynn！
O requiem of the dying day！ O Bells of Lynn！
From the dark belfries of yon cloud…cathedral wafted；
Your sounds aerial seem to float； O Bells of Lynn！
Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight；
O'er land and sea they rise and fall； O Bells of Lynn！
The fisherman in his boat； far out beyond the headland；
Listens； and leisurely rows ashore； O Bells of Lynn！
Over the shining sands the wandering cattle homeward
Follow each other at your call； O Bells of Lynn！
The distant lighthouse hears； and with his flaming signal
Answers you； passing the watchword on； O Bells of Lynn！
And down the darkening coast run the tumultuous surges；
And clap their hands； and shout to you； O Bells of Lynn！
Till from the shuddering sea； with your wild incantations；
Ye summon up the spectral moon； O Bells of Lynn！
And startled at the sight like the weird woman of Endor；
Ye cry aloud； and then are still； O Bells of Lynn！
KILLED AT THE FORD。
He is dead； the beautiful youth；
The heart of honor； the tongue of truth；
He； the life and light of us all；
Whose voice was blithe as a bugle…call；
Whom all eyes followed with one consent；
The cheer of whose laugh； and whose pleasant word；
Hushed all murmurs of discontent。
Only last night； as we rode along；
Down the dark of the mountain gap；
To visit the picket…guard at the ford；
Little dreaming of any mishap；
He was humming the words of some old song：
〃Two red roses he had on his cap；
And another he bore at the point of his sword。〃
Sudden and swift a whistling ball
Came out of a wood； and the voice was still；
Something I heard in the darkness fall；
And for a moment my blood grew chill；
I spake in a whisper； as he who speaks
In a room where some one is lying dead；
But he made no answer to what I said。
We lifted him up to his saddle again；
And through the mire and the mist and the rain
Carried him back to the silent camp；
And laid him as if asleep on his bed；
And I saw by the light of the surgeon's lamp
Two white roses upon his cheeks；
And one； just over his heart； blood…red！
And I saw in a vision how far and fleet
That fatal bullet went speeding forth；
Till it reached a town in the distant North；
Till it reached a house in a sunny street；
Till it reached a heart that ceased to beat
Without a murmur； without a cry；
And a bell was tolled； in that far…off town；
For one who had passed from cross to crown；
And the neighbors wondered that she should die。
GIOTTO'S TOWER
How many lives； made beautiful and sweet
By self…devotion and by self…restraint；
Whose pleasure is to run without complaint
On unknown errands of the Paraclete；
Wanting the reverence of unshodden feet；
Fail of the nimbus which the artists paint
Around the shining forehead of the saint；
And are in their completeness incomplete！
In the old Tuscan town stands Giotto's tower；
The lily of Florence blossoming in stone；
A vision； a delight； and a desire；
The builder's perfect and centennial flower；
That in the night of ages bloomed alone；
But wanting still the glory of the spire。
TO…MORROW
'T is late at night； and in the realm of sleep
My little lambs are folded like the flocks；
From room to room I hear the wakeful clocks
Challenge the passing hour； like guards that keep
Their solitary watch on tower and steep；
Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks；
And through the opening door that time unlocks
Feel the fresh breathing of To…morrow creep。
To…morrow！ the mysterious； unknown guest；
Who cries to me： 〃Remember Barmecide；
And tremble to be happy with the rest。〃
And I make answer： 〃I am satisfied；
I dare not ask； I know not what is best；
God hath already said what shall betide。〃
DIVINA COMMEDIA
I
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
A laborer； pausing in the dust and heat；
Lay down his burden； and with reverent feet
Enter； and cross himself； and on the floor
Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er；
Far off the noises of the world retreat；
The loud vociferations of the street
Become an undistinguishable roar。
So； as I enter here from day to day；
And leave my burden at this minster gate；
Kneeling in prayer； and not ashamed to pray；
The tumult of the time disconsolate
To inarticulate murmurs dies away；
While the eternal ages watch and wait。
II
How strange the sculptures that adorn these towers！
This crowd of statues； in whose folded sleeves
Birds build their nests； while
