dreams & dust-第10节
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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 demurely
There's a spirit almost prim
In the feet that move so surely；
So discreetly； to the chime
Of the music that so sweetly
Marks the time。
But the chords begin to tinkle
Quicker；
And your feet they flash and flicker
Twinkle！
Flash and flutter to a tricksy
Fickle meter；
And you foot it like a pixie
Only fleeter！
Now our current； dowdy
Things
〃Turkey…trots〃 and rowdy
Flings
For they made you overseas
In politer times than these；
In an age when grace could please；
Ere St。 Vitus
Clutched and shook us； spine and knees；
Loosed a plague of jerks to smite us！
Well； our day is far more brisk
And our manner rather slacker）；
And you are nothing more than bisque
And lacquer
But you shame us with the graces
Of courtlier times and places
When the cheap
And vulgar wasn't 〃art〃
When the faunal prance and leap
Weren't 〃smart。〃
Have we lost the trick of wedding
Grace to pleasure？
Must we clown it at the bidding
Of some tawdry； common measure？
Can't you school us in the graces
Of your pose and dainty paces？
Now the chords begin to tinkle
Quicker
And your feet they flash and flicker
Twinkle！
And you mock us as you featly
Swing and flutter to the chime
Of the music…box that sweetly
Marks the time！
LOWER NEW YORKA STORM
WHITE wing'd below the darkling clouds
The driven sea…gulls wheel；
The roused sea flings a storm against
The towers of stone and steel。
The very voice of ocean rings
Along the shaken street
Dusk； storm； and beauty whelm the world
Where sea and city meet
But what care they for flashing wings；
Quick beauty； loud refrain；
These huddled thousands； deaf and blind
To all but greed and gain？
AT SUNSET
THE sun…god stooped from out the sky
To kiss the flushing sea；
While all the winds of all the world
Made jovial melody；
The night came hurrying up to hide
The lovers with her tent；
The governed thunders； rank on rank；
Stood mute with wonderment；
The pale worn moon； a jealous shade；
Peered from the firmament；
The early stars； the curious stars；
Came peering forth to see
What mighty nuptials shook the world
With such an ecstasy
Whenas the sun…god left the sky
To mingle with the sea。
A CHRISTMAS GIFT
ALACK…A…DAY for poverty！
What jewels my mind doth give to thee！
Carved agate stone porphyrogene；
Green emerald and beryl green；
Deep sapphine and pale amethyst；
Sly opal； cloaking with a mist
The levin of its love elate；
Shy brides' pearls； flushed and delicate；
Sea…colored lapis lazuli；
Sardonyx and chalcedony；
Enkindling diamond； candid gold；
Red rubies and red garnets bold：
And all their humors should be blent
In one intolerable blaze；
Barbaric； fierce； and opulent；
To dazzle him that dared to gaze！
Alack…a…day for poverty：
My rhymes are all you get of me！
Yet； if your heart receive； behold！
The worthless words are set in gold。
SILVIA
I STILL remember how she moved
Among the rathe； wild blooms she loved；
（When Spring came tip…toe down the slopes；
Atremble 'twixt her doubts and hopes；
Half fearful and all virginal）
How Silvia sought this dell to call
Her flowers into full festival；
And chid them with this madrigal：
〃The busy spider hangs the brush
With filmy gossamers；
The frogs are croaking in the creek；
The sluggish blacksnake stirs；
But still the ground is bare of bloom
Beneath the fragrant firs。
〃Arise； arise； O briar rose；
And sleepy violet！
Awake； awake； anemone；
Your wintry dreams forget
For shame； you tardy marigold；
Are you not budded yet？
〃The Swallow's back； and claims the eaves
That last year were his home；
The Robin follows where the plow
Breaks up the crusted loam；
And Red…wings spies the Thrush and pipes：
'Look！ Speckle…breast is come！'
〃Up； blooms！ and storm the wooded slopes；
The lowlands and the plain
Blow； jonquil； blow your golden horn
Across the ranks of rain！
To arms！ to arms！ and put to flight
The Winter's broken train！〃
She paused beside this selfsame rill；
And as she ceased； a daffodil
Held up reproachfully his head
And fluttered into speech； and said：
〃Chide not the flowers！ You little know
Of all their travail 'neath the snow；
Their struggling hours
Of choking sorrow underground。
Chide not the flowers！
You little guess of that profound
And blind； dumb agony of ours！
Yet； victor here beside the rill；
I greet the light that I have found；
A Daffodil！〃
And when the Daffodil was done
A boastful Marigold spake on：
〃Oh； chide the white frost； if you choose；
The heavy clod； so hard to loose；
The preying powers
Of worm and insect underground。
Chide not the flowers！
For spite of scathe and cruel wound；
Unconquered by the sunless hours；
I rise in regal pride； a bold
And golden…hearted； golden…crowned
Marsh Marigold！〃
And when she came no more； her creek
Would not believe； but bade us seek
Hither； yon； and to and fro
Everywhere that children go
When the Spring
Is on the wing
And the winds of April blow
〃I will never think her dead；
〃She will come again！〃 it said；
And then the birds that use the vale；
Broken…hearted； turned the tale
Into syllables of song
And chirped it half a summer long：
〃Silvia； Silvia；
Be our Song once more；
Our vale revisit； Silvia；
And be our Song once more：
For joy lies sleeping in the lute；
The merry pipe； the woodland flute；
And all the pleading reeds are mute
That breathed to thee of yore。
〃Silvia； Silvia；
Be our Moon again；
Shine on our valley； Silvia；
And be our Moon again：
The fluffy owl and nightingale
Flit silent through the darkling vale；
Or utter only words of wail
From throats all harsh with pain。
〃Silvia； Silvia；
Be Springtime； as of old；
Come clad in laughter； Silvia；
Our Springtime； as of old：
The waiting lowlands and the hills
Are tremulous with daffodils
Unblown； until thy footstep thrills
Their promise into gold。〃
And； musing on her here； I too
Must wonder if it can be true
She died； as other mortals do。
The thought would fit her more； to feign
That； full of life and unaware
That earth holds aught of grief or stain；
The fairies stole and hold her where
Death enters not； nor strife nor pain；
That； drowsing on some bed of pansies；
By Titania's necromancies
Her senses were to slumber lulled；
Deeply sunken； steeped and dulled；
And by wafture of swift pinions
She was borne out through earth's portals
To the fairy queen's dominions；
To some land of the immortals。
THE EXPLORERS
AND some still cry： 〃What is the use？
The service rendered？ What the gain？
Heroic； yes！but in what cause？
Have they made less one earth…borne pain？
Broadened the bounded spirit's scope？
Or died to make the dull world hope？〃
Must man still be t
