songs from the mountains-第13节
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ORARA
THE strong sob of the chafing stream
That seaward fights its way
Down crags of glitter； dells of gleam；
Is in the hills to…day。
But far and faint； a grey…winged form
Hangs where the wild lights wane …
The phantom of a bygone storm；
A ghost of wind and rain。
The soft white feet of afternoon
Are on the shining meads；
The breeze is as a pleasant tune
Amongst the happy reeds。
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The fierce； disastrous； flying fire；
That made the great caves ring；
And scarred the slope； and broke the spire；
Is a forgotten thing。
The air is full of mellow sounds；
The wet hill…heads are bright；
And down the fall of fragrant grounds；
The deep ways flame with light。
A rose…red space of stream I see；
Past banks of tender fern；
A radiant brook； unknown to me
Beyond its upper turn。
The singing； silver life I hear；
Whose home is in the green；
Far…folded woods of fountains clear；
Where I have never been。
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Ah； brook above the upper bend；
I often long to stand
Where you in soft； cool shades descend
From the untrodden land！
Ah； folded woods； that hide the grace
Of moss and torrents strong；
I often wish to know the face
Of that which sings your song！
But I may linger； long； and look
Till night is over all：
My eyes will never see the brook；
Or sweet； strange waterfall。
The world is round me with its heat；
And toil； and cares that tire；
I cannot with my feeble feet
Climb after my desire。
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But； on the lap of lands unseen；
Within a secret zone；
There shine diviner gold and green
Than man has ever known。
And where the silver waters sing
Down hushed and holy dells；
The flower of a celestial Spring …
A tenfold splendour； dwells。
Yea； in my dream of fall and brook
By far sweet forests furled；
I see that light for which I look
In vain through all the world …
The glory of a larger sky
On slopes of hills sublime；
That speak with God and morning； high
Above the ways of Time！
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Ah！ haply in this sphere of change
Where shadows spoil the beam；
It would not do to climb that range
And test my radiant Dream。
The slightest glimpse of yonder place；
Untrodden and alone；
Might wholly kill that nameless grace；
The charm of the unknown。
And therefore； though I look and long；
Perhaps the lot is bright
Which keeps the river of the song
A beauty out of sight。
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THE CURSE OF MOTHER FLOOD
Wizened the wood is； and wan is the way through it；
White as a corpse is the face of the fen；
Only blue adders abide in and stray through it …
Adders and venom and horrors to men。
Here is the ‘‘ghost of a garden'' whose minister
Fosters strange blossoms that startle and scare。
Red as man's blood is the sun that； with sinister
Flame； is a menace of hell in the air。
Wrinkled and haggard the hills are … the jags of them
Gape like to living and ominous things：
Storm and dry thunder cry out in the crags of them …
Fire； and the wind with a woe in its wings。
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Never a moon without clammy…cold shroud on it
Hitherward comes； or a flower…like star！
Only the hiss of the tempest is loud on it …
Hiss； and the moan of a bitter sea bar。
Here on this waste； and to left and to right of it；
Never is lisp or the ripple of rain：
Fierce is the daytime and wild is the night of it；
Flame without limit and frost without wane！
Trees half alive； with the sense of a curse on them；
Shudder and shrink from the black heavy gale；
Ghastly； with boughs like the plumes of a hearse on them：
Barren of blossom and blasted with bale。
Under the cliff that stares down to the south of it …
Back by the horns of a hazardous hill；
Dumb is the gorge with a grave in the mouth of it
Still； as a corpse in a coffin is still。
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Never there hovers a hope of the Spring by it …
Never a glimmer of yellow and green：
Only the bat with a whisper of wing by it
Flits like a life out of flesh and unseen。
Here are the growths that are livid and glutinous；
Speckled； and bloated with poisonous blood：
This is the haunt of the viper…breed mutinous：
Cursed with the curse of weird Catherine Flood。
He that hath looked on it … hurried aghast from it；
Hair of him frozen with horror straightway；
Chased by a sudden strange pestilent blast from it …
Where is the speech of him … what can he say？
Hath he not seen the fierce ghost of a hag in it？
Heard maledictions that startle the stars？
Dumb is his mouth as a mouth with a gag in it …
Mute is his life as a life within bars。
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Just the one glimpse of that grey； shrieking woman there
Ringed by a circle of furnace and fiend！
He that went happy and healthy and human there …
Where shall the white leper fly to be cleaned？
Here； in a pit with indefinite doom on it；
Here； in the fumes of a feculent moat；
Under an alp with inscrutable gloom on it；
Squats the wild witch with a ghoul at her throat！
Black execration that cannot be spoken of …
Speech of red hell that would suffocate Song；
Starts from this terror with never a token of
Day and its loveliness all the year long。
Sin without name to it … man never heard of it …
Crime that would startle a fiend from his lair；
Blasted this Glen； and the leaf and the bird of it …
Where is there hope for it； Father； O where？
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Far in the days of our fathers； the life in it
Blossomed and beamed in the sight of the sun：
Yellow and green and the purple were rife in it；
Singers of morning and waters that run。
Storm of the equinox shed no distress on it；
Thunder spoke softly； and summer…time left
Sunset's forsaken bright beautiful dress on it …
Blessing that shone half the night in the cleft。
Hymns of the highlands … hosannas from hills by it；
Psalms of great forests made holy the spot：
Cool were the mosses and clear were the rills by it …
Far in the days when the Horror was not。
Twenty miles south is the strong； shining Hawkesbury …
Spacious and splendid； and lordly with blooms。
There； between mountains magnificent； walks bury
Miles of their beauty in green myrtle glooms。
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There； in the dell； is the fountain with falls by it …
Falls； and a torrent of summering stream：
There is the cave with the hyaline halls by it …
Haunt of the echo and home of the dream。
Over the hill； by the marvellous base of it；
Wanders the wind with a song in its breath
Out to the sea with the gold on the face of it …
Twenty miles south of the Valley of Death。
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ON A SPANISH CATHEDRAL
Note：Every Expression in these stanza's may fairly be claimed by the Hon。W。B。Dalley
DEEP under the spires of a hill； by the feet of the thunder…cloud trod；
I pause in a luminous； still； magnificent temple of God！
At the steps of the altar august … a vision of angels in stone …
I kneel； with my head to the dust； on the floors by the seraphim known。
No father in Jesus is near； with the high； the compassionate face；
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But the glory of Godhead is here … its presence transfigures the place！
Behold in this beautiful fane； with the lights of blue heaven impearled；
I think of the Elders of Spain； in the deserts … the wilds of the world！
I think of the wanderers poor who knelt on the flints and the sands；
When the mighty and merciless Moor was lord of the Lady of Lands。
Where the African scimitar flamed； with a swift； bitter death in its kiss；
The fathers； unknown and unnamed； found God in cathedrals like this！
The glow of His Spirit … the beam of His blessing … made lords of the men
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Whose food was the herb of the stream； whose roof was the dome of the den。
And； far in the hills by the sea； these awful hierophants prayed
For Rome and its temples to be … in a temple by Deity made。
Who knows of their faith … of its power？ Perhaps； with the light in their eyes；
They saw； in some wonderful hour； the marvel of centuries rise！
Perhaps in some moment supreme； when the mountains were holy and sti
