dreams & dust(梦与尘)-第11节
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LYRICS
〃KING PANDION； HE IS DEAD〃
〃King Pandion； he is dead； All thy friends are lapp'd in lead。〃
SHAKESPEARE。
DREAMERS； drinkers； rebel youth； Where's the folly free and
fine You and I mistook for truth？ Wits and wastrels； friends of wine；
Wags and poets； friends of mine； Gleams and glamors all are fled； Fires
and frenzies half divine！ King Pandion； he is dead！
Time's unmannerly； uncouth！ Here's the crow's…foot for a sign！ And；
upon our brows； forsooth； Wits and wastrels； friends of wine； Time
hath set his mark malign； Frost has touched us； heart and head； Cooled
the blood and dulled the eyne： King Pandion； he is dead！
Time's a tyrant without ruth： Fancies used to bloom and twine
Round a common tavern booth； Wits and wastrels； friends of wine；
In that youth of mine and thine！ 'Tis for youth the feast is spread； When
we dine nowwe but dine！ King Pandion； he is dead！
How our dreams would glow and shine； Wits and wastrels； friends of
wine； Ere the drab Hour came that said： King Pandion； he is dead！
DAVID TO BATHSHEBA
VERY red are the roses of Sharon； But redder thy mouth； There is nard；
there is myrrh； in En Gedi； From the uplands of Lebanon； heavy With
balsam； the winds Drift freighted and scented and cedarn But thy mouth
is more precious than spices！
Thy breasts are twin lilies of Kedron； White lilies； that sleep In the
shallows where loitering Kedron Broadens out and is lost in the Jordan；
Globed lilies； so white That David； thy King； thy beloved Declareth them
meet for his gardens。
Under the stars very strangely The still waters gleam； Deep down in
the waters of Hebron
The soul of the starlight is sunken； But deep in thine eyes Stirs a more
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wonderful secret Than pools ever learn of the starlight。
THE JESTERS
A TOAST to the Fools！ Pierrot； Pantaloon； Harlequin； Clown；
Merry…Andrew； Buffoon Touchstone and Tribouletall of the tribe。
Dancer and jester and singer and scribe。 We sigh over Yorick（unfortunate
fool； Ten thousand Hamlets have fumbled his skull！） But where is the
Hamlet to weep o'er the biers Of his brothers？ And where is the poet
solicits our tears For the others？ They have passed from the world and
left never a sign； And few of us now have the courage to sing
That their whimsies made life a more livable thing We； that are
left of the line； Let us drink to the jestersin gooseberry wine！ Then
here's to the Fools！ Flouting the sages Through history's pages And driving
the dreary old seers into rages The humbugging Magis Who prate that
the wages Of Folly are Deathtoast the Fools of all ages！ They have
ridden like froth down the whirlpools of time； They have
jingled their caps in the councils of state； They have snared half
the wisdom of life in a rhyme； And tripped into nothingness
grinning at fate Ho； brothers mine； Brim up the glasses with gooseberry
wine！
Though the prince with his firman； The judge in his ermine； Affirm
and determine Bold words need the whip； Let them spare us the rod
and remit us the sermon； For Death has a quip
Of the tomb and the vermin That will silence at last the most
impudent lip！ Is the world but a bubble； a bauble； a joke？ Heigho； Brother
Fools； now your bubble is broke； Do you ask for a tear？or is it worth
while？ Here's a sigh for you； thenbut it ends in a smile！ Ho； Brother
Death； We would laugh at you； tooif you spared us the breath！
〃MARY； MARY； QUITE CONTRARY〃
〃Mary； Mary； quite contrary； How does your garden grow？ With
silver bells and cockle…shells And pretty maids all in a row！〃 Mother
Goose。
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MARY； Mistress Mary； How does your garden grow？ From your
uplands airy； Mary； Mistress Mary； Float the chimes of faery When the
breezes blow！ Mary； Mistress Mary； How does your garden grow？
With flower…maidens； singing Among the morning hills With
silvern bells a…ringing； With flower…maidens singing； With vocal lilies；
springing By chanting daffodils； With flower…maidens； singing
Among the morning hills！
THE TRIOLET
YOUR triolet should glimmer Like a butterfly； In golden light； or
dimmer； Your triolet should glimmer； Tremble； turn； and shimmer；
Flash； and flutter by； Your triolet should glimmer Like a butterfly。
FROM THE BRIDGE
HELD and thrilled by the vision I stood； as the twilight died； Where
the great bridge soars like a song Over the crawling tide
Stood on the middle arch And night flooded in from the bay； And
wonderful under the stars Before me the city lay；
Girdled with swinging waters Guarded by ship on ship A gem
that the strong old ocean Held in his giant grip；
There was play of shadows above And drifting gleams below； And
magic of shifting waves That darkle and glance and glow；
Dusky and purple and splendid； Banded with loops of light； The tall
towers rose like pillars； Lifting the dome of night；
The gliding cars of traffic Slid swiftly up and down Like monsters；
fiery mailed； Leaping across the town。
Not planned with a thought of beauty； Built by a lawless breed；
Builded of lust for power； Builded of gold and greed。
Risen out of the trader's Brutal and sordid wars And yet； behold！ a
city Wonderful under the stars！
〃PALADINS； PALADINS； YOUTH NOBLE…
HEARTED〃
GALAHADS； Galahads； Percivals； gallop！ Bayards； to the saddle！
the clangorous trumpets； Hoarse with their ecstasy； call to the mellay。
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Paladins； Paladins； Rolands flame…hearted； Olivers； Olivers； follow the
bugles！
Girt with the glory and glamor of power； Error sits throned in the high
place of justice； Paladins； Paladins； youth noble…hearted； Saddle and spear；
for the battle…flags beckon！ Thrust the keen steel through the throat of the
liar。
Star （or San Grael） that illumines thy pathway； Follow it； follow that
far Ideal！ Thine not the guerdon to gain it or grasp it； Soul of thee；
passing； ascendeth unto it； Augmenting its brightness for them that come
after。
Heed then the call of the trumpets； the trumpets； Hoarse with the
fervor； the frenzy of battle； Paladins； Paladins； saddle！ to saddle！ Bide
not； abide not； God's bugles are calling！ Thrust the sharp sword through
the heart of the liar。
〃MY LANDS； NOT THINE〃
MY lands； not thine； we look upon； Friend Croesus； hill and vale and
lawn。 Mine every woodland madrigal； And mine thy singing
waterfall That vaguely hints of Helicon。
Mark how thine upland slopes have drawn A golden glory from the
dawn！ Fool's gold？thy dullness proves them all My landsnot
thine！
For when all title…deeds are gone； Still； still will satyr； nymph； and
faun Through brake and covert pipe and call In dances bold and
bacchanal For them； for me； you hold in pawn； My landsnot
thine！
TO A DANCING DOLL
FORMAL； quaint； precise； and trim； You begin your steps
