the complete poetical works-第7节
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〃And as to catch the gale
Round veered the flapping sail；
Death I was the helmsman's hail；
Death without quarter！
Mid…ships with iron keel
Struck we her ribs of steel
Down her black hulk did reel
Through the black water！
〃As with his wings aslant；
Sails the fierce cormorant；
Seeking some rocky haunt
With his prey laden；
So toward the open main；
Beating to sea again；
Through the wild hurricane；
Bore I the maiden。
〃Three weeks we westward bore；
And when the storm was o'er；
Cloud…like we saw the shore
Stretching to leeward；
There for my lady's bower
Built I the lofty tower；
Which； to this very hour；
Stands looking seaward。
〃There lived we many years；
Time dried the maiden's tears
She had forgot her fears；
She was a mother。
Death closed her mild blue eyes；
Under that tower she lies；
Ne'er shall the sun arise
On such another！
〃Still grew my bosom then。
Still as a stagnant fen！
Hateful to me were men；
The sunlight hateful！
In the vast forest here；
Clad in my warlike gear；
Fell I upon my spear；
O； death was grateful！
〃Thus； seamed with many scars；
Bursting these prison bars；
Up to its native stars
My soul ascended！
There from the flowing bowl
Deep drinks the warrior's soul；
Skoal！ to the Northland！ skoal！〃
Thus the tale ended。
THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS
It was the schooner Hesperus；
That sailed the wintry sea；
And the skipper had taken his little daughter；
To bear him company。
Blue were her eyes as the fairy…flax；
Her cheeks like the dawn of day；
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds；
That ope in the month of May。
The skipper he stood beside the helm；
His pipe was in his month；
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West； now South。
Then up and spake an old Sailor；
Had sailed to the Spanish Main；
〃I pray thee； put into yonder port；
For I fear a hurricane。
〃Last night； the moon had a golden ring；
And to…night no moon we see！〃
The skipper； he blew a whiff from his pipe；
And a scornful laugh laughed he。
Colder and louder blew the wind；
A gale from the Northeast。
The snow fell hissing in the brine；
And the billows frothed like yeast。
Down came the storm； and smote amain
The vessel in its strength；
She shuddered and paused； like a frighted steed；
Then leaped her cable's length。
〃Come hither！ come hither！ my little daughter；
And do not tremble so；
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow。〃
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast；
He cut a rope from a broken spar；
And bound her to the mast。
〃O father！ I hear the church…bells ring；
O say； what may it be？〃
〃'Tis a fog…bell on a rock…bound coast！〃
And he steered for the open sea。
〃O father！ I hear the sound of guns；
O say； what may it be？〃
〃Some ship in distress； that cannot live
In such an angry sea！〃
〃O father！ I see a gleaming light
O say； what may it be？〃
But the father answered never a word；
A frozen corpse was he。
Lashed to the helm； all stiff and stark；
With his face turned to the skies；
The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes。
Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That saved she might be；
And she thought of Christ； who stilled the wave；
On the Lake of Galilee。
And fast through the midnight dark and drear；
Through the whistling sleet and snow；
Like a sheeted ghost； the vessel swept
Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe。
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land；
It was the sound of the trampling surf
On the rocks and the hard sea…sand。
The breakers were right beneath her bows；
She drifted a dreary wreck；
And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck。
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool；
But the cruel rocks； they gored her side
Like the horns of an angry bull。
Her rattling shrouds； all sheathed in ice；
With the masts went by the board；
Like a vessel of glass； she stove and sank；
Ho！ ho！ the breakers roared！
At daybreak； on the bleak sea…beach；
A fisherman stood aghast；
To see the form of a maiden fair；
Lashed close to a drifting mast。
The salt sea was frozen on her breast；
The salt tears in her eyes；
And he saw her hair； like the brown sea…weed；
On the billows fall and rise。
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus；
In the midnight and the snow！
Christ save us all from a death like this；
On the reef of Norman's Woe！
THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH
Under a spreading chestnut…tree
The village smithy stands；
The smith； a mighty man is he；
With large and sinewy hands；
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands。
His hair is crisp； and black； and long；
His face is like the tan；
His brow is wet with honest sweat；
He earns whate'er he can；
And looks the whole world in the face；
For he owes not any man。
Week in； week out； from morn till night；
You can hear his bellows blow；
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge；
With measured beat and slow；
Like a sexton ringing the village bell；
When the evening sun is low。
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door；
They love to see the flaming forge；
And bear the bellows roar；
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing…floor。
He goes on Sunday to the church；
And sits among his boys；
He hears the parson pray and preach；
He hears his daughter's voice；
Singing in the village choir；
And it makes his heart rejoice。
It sounds to him like her mother's voice；
Singing in Paradise！
He needs must think of her once more；
How in the grave she lies；
And with his haul； rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes。
Toiling；rejoicing；sorrowing；
Onward through life he goes；
Each morning sees some task begin；
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted； something done；
Has earned a night's repose。
Thanks； thanks to thee； my worthy friend；
For the lesson thou hast taught！
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought；
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought。
ENDYMION
The rising moon has hid the stars；
Her level rays； like golden bars；
Lie on the landscape green；
With shadows brown between。
And silver white the river gleams；
As if Diana； in her dreams；
Had dropt her silver bow
Upon the meadows low。
On such a tranquil night as this；
She woke Endymion with a kiss；
When； sleeping in the grove；
He dreamed not of her love。
Like Dian's kiss； unasked； unsought；
Love gives itself； but is not bought；
Nor voice； nor sound betrays
Its deep； impassioned gaze。
It comes；the beautiful； the free；
The crown of all humanity；
In silence and alone
To seek the elected one。
It lifts the boughs； whose shadows deep
Are Life's oblivion； the soul's sleep；
And kisses the closed eyes
Of him； who slumbering lies。
O weary hearts！ O slumbering eyes！
O drooping souls； whose destinies
Are fraught with fear and pain；
Ye shall be loved again！
No one is so accursed by fate；
No one so utterly desolate；
But some heart； though unknown；
Responds unto his own。
Responds；as if with unseen wings；
An angel touched its quivering strings；
And whispers； in its song；
〃'Where hast thou stayed so long？〃
IT IS NOT ALWAYS MAY
No hay pajaros en los nidos de antano。
Spanish Proverb
The sun is bright；the air is clear；
The darting swallows soar and sing。
And from the stately elms I hear
The bluebird prophesying Spring。
So blue you winding river flows；
It seems an outlet from the sky；
Where waiting till the west…wind blows；
The freighted clouds at anchor lie。
All things are new；the buds； the leaves；
That gild the elm…tree's nodding crest；
And even the nest beneath the eaves；
There are no birds in last year's nest！
All things rejoice in youth and love；
The fulness of their first delight！
And learn from the soft heavens above
The melting tenderness of night。
Maiden； that read'st this simple rhyme；
Enjoy thy youth； it will not stay；
Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime；
For oh； it is not always May！
Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth；
To some good angel leave the rest；
For Time will teach thee soon the truth；
There are no birds in last year's nest！
THE RAINY DAY
The day is cold； and dark； and dreary
It r
