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作者:童舟      更新:2021-02-19 01:13      字数:9322
  Chamber Music
  by James Joyce
  Contents:
  I
  Strings in the earth and air
  Make music sweet;
  II
  The twilight turns from amethyst
  To deep and deeper blue;
  III
  At that hour when all things have repose;
  O lonely watcher of the skies;
  IV
  When the shy star goes forth in heaven
  All maidenly; disconsolate;
  V
  Lean out of the window;
  Goldenhair;
  VI
  I would in that sweet bosom be
  (O sweet it is and fair it is!)
  VII
  My love is in a light attire
  Among the apple…trees;
  VIII
  Who goes amid the green wood
  With springtide all adorning her?
  IX
  Winds of May; that dance on the sea;
  Dancing a ring…around in glee
  X
  Bright cap and streamers;
  He sings in the hollow:
  XI
  Bid adieu; adieu; adieu;
  Bid adieu to girlish days;
  XII
  What counsel has the hooded moon
  Put in thy heart; my shyly sweet;
  XIII
  Go seek her out all courteously;
  And say I come;
  XIV
  My dove; my beautiful one;
  Arise; arise!
  XV
  From dewy dreams; my soul; arise;
  From love's deep slumber and from death;
  XVI
  O cool is the valley now
  And there; love; will we go
  XVII
  Because your voice was at my side
  I gave him pain;
  XVIII
  O Sweetheart; hear you
  Your lover's tale;
  XIX
  Be not sad because all men
  Prefer a lying clamour before you:
  XX
  In the dark pine…wood
  I would we lay;
  XXI
  He who hath glory lost; nor hath
  Found any soul to fellow his;
  XXII
  Of that so sweet imprisonment
  My soul; dearest; is fain  …
  XXIII
  This heart that flutters near my heart
  My hope and all my riches is;
  XXIV
  Silently she's combing;
  Combing her long hair
  XXV
  Lightly come or lightly go:
  Though thy heart presage thee woe;
  XXVI
  Thou leanest to the shell of night;
  Dear lady; a divining ear。
  XXVII
  Though I thy Mithridates were;
  Framed to defy the poison…dart;
  XXVIII
  Gentle lady; do not sing
  Sad songs about the end of love;
  XXIX
  Dear heart; why will you use me so?
  Dear eyes that gently me upbraid;
  XXX
  Love came to us in time gone by
  When one at twilight shyly played
  XXXI
  O; it was out by Donnycarney
  When the bat flew from tree to tree
  XXXII
  Rain has fallen all the day。
  O come among the laden trees:
  XXXIII
  Now; O now; in this brown land
  Where Love did so sweet music make
  XXXIV
  Sleep now; O sleep now;
  O you unquiet heart!
  XXXV
  All day I hear the noise of waters
  Making moan;
  XXXVI
  I hear an army charging upon the land;
  And the thunder of horses plunging; foam about their knees:
  Chamber Music
  I
  Strings in the earth and air
  Make music sweet;
  Strings by the river where
  The willows meet。
  There's music along the river
  For Love wanders there;
  Pale flowers on his mantle;
  Dark leaves on his hair。
  All softly playing;
  With head to the music bent;
  And fingers straying
  Upon an instrument。
  II
  The twilight turns from amethyst
  To deep and deeper blue;
  The lamp fills with a pale green glow
  The trees of the avenue。
  The old piano plays an air;
  Sedate and slow and gay;
  She bends upon the yellow keys;
  Her head inclines this way。
  Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands
  That wander as they list  …
  The twilight turns to darker blue
  With lights of amethyst。
  III
  At that hour when all things have repose;
  O lonely watcher of the skies;
  Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
  Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
  The pale gates of sunrise?
  When all things repose; do you alone
  Awake to hear the sweet harps play
  To Love before him on his way;
  And the night wind answering in antiphon
  Till night is overgone?
  Play on; invisible harps; unto Love;
  Whose way in heaven is aglow
  At that hour when soft lights come and go;
  Soft sweet music in the air above
  And in the earth below。
  IV
  When the shy star goes forth in heaven
  All maidenly; disconsolate;
  Hear you amid the drowsy even
  One who is singing by your gate。
  His song is softer than the dew
  And he is come to visit you。
  O bend no more in revery
  When he at eventide is calling。
  Nor muse: Who may this singer be
  Whose song about my heart is falling?
  Know you by this; the lover's chant;
  'Tis I that am your visitant。
  V
  Lean out of the window;
  Goldenhair;
  I hear you singing
  A merry air。
  My book was closed;
  I read no more;
  Watching the fire dance
  On the floor。
  I have left my book;
  I have left my room;
  For I heard you singing
  Through the gloom。
  Singing and singing
  A merry air;
  Lean out of the window;
  Goldenhair。
  VI
  I would in that sweet bosom be
  (O sweet it is and fair it is!)
  Where no rude wind might visit me。
  Because of sad austerities
  I would in that sweet bosom be。
  I would be ever in that heart
  (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)
  Where only peace might be my part。
  Austerities were all the sweeter
  So I were ever in that heart。
  VII
  My love is in a light attire
  Among the apple…trees;
  Where the gay winds do most desire
  To run in companies。
  There; where the gay winds stay to woo
  The young leaves as they pass;
  My love goes slowly; bending to
  Her shadow on the grass;
  And where the sky's a pale blue cup
  Over the laughing land;
  My love goes lightly; holding up
  Her dress with dainty hand。
  VIII
  Who goes amid the green wood
  With springtide all adorning her?
  Who goes amid the merry green wood
  To make it merrier?
  Who passes in the sunlight
  By ways that know the light footfall?
  Who passes in the sweet sunlight
  With mien so virginal?
  The ways of all the woodland
  Gleam with a soft and golden fire  …
  For whom does all the sunny woodland
  Carry so brave attire?
  O; it is for my true love
  The woods their rich apparel wear  …
  O; it is for my own true love;
  That is so young and fair。
  IX
  Winds of May; that dance on the sea;
  Dancing a ring…around in glee
  From furrow to furrow; while overhead
  The foam flies up to be garlanded;
  In silvery arches spanning the air;
  Saw you my true love anywhere?
  Welladay! Welladay!
  For the winds of May!
  Love is unhappy when love is away!
  X
  Bright cap and streamers;
  He sings in the hollow:
  Come follow; come follow;
  All you that love。
  Leave dreams to the dreamers
  That will not after;
  That song and laughter
  Do nothing move。
  With ribbons streaming
  He sings the bolder;
  In troop at his shoulder
  The wild bees hum。
  And the time of dreaming
  Dreams is over  …
  As lover to lover;
  Sweetheart; I come。
  XI
  Bid adieu; adieu; adieu;
  Bid adieu to girlish days;
  Happy Love is come to woo
  Thee and woo thy girlish ways  …
  The zone that doth become thee fair;
  The snood upon thy yellow hair;
  When thou hast heard his name upon
  The bugles of the cherubim
  Begin thou softly to unzone
  Thy girlish bosom unto him
  And softly to undo the snood
  That is the sign of maidenhood。
  XII
  What counsel has the hooded moon
  Put in thy heart; my shyly sweet;
  Of Love in ancient plenilune;
  Glory and stars beneath his feet  …
  A sage that is but kith and kin
  With the comedian Capuchin?
  Believe me rather that am wise
  In disregard of the divine;
  A glory kindles in those eyes
  Trembles to starlight。 Mine; O Mine!
  No more be tears in moon or mist
  For thee; sweet sentimentalist。
  XIII
  Go seek her out all courteously;
  And say I come;
  Wind of spices whose song is ever
  Epithalamium。
  O; hurry over the dark lands
  And run upon the sea
  For seas and lands shall not divide us
  My love and me。
  Now; wind; of your good courtesy
  I pray you go;
  And come into her little garden
  And sing at her window;
  Singing: The bridal wind is blowing
  For Love is at his noon;
  And soon will your true love be with you;
  Soon; O soon。
  XIV
  My dove; my beautiful one;
  Arise; arise!
  The night…dew lies
  Upon my lips and eyes。
  The odorous winds are weaving
  A music of sighs:
  Arise; arise;
  My dove; my beautiful one!
  I wait by the cedar tree;
  My sister; my love;
  White breast of the dove;
  My breast shall be your bed。
  The pale dew lies
  Like a veil on my head。
  My fair one; my fair dove;
  Arise; arise!
  XV
  From dewy dreams; my soul; arise;
  From love's deep slumber and from death;
  For lo! the treees are full of sighs
  Whose leaves the morn admonisheth。
  Eastward th