第 70 节
作者:乐乐陶陶      更新:2021-02-20 05:16      字数:9322
  And not partake; effect and not receive!
  A spark disturbs our clod;
  Nearer we hold of God
  Who gives; than of his tribes that take; I must believe。
  Then; welcome each rebuff
  That turns earth's smoothness rough;
  Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go!
  Be our joys three…parts pain!
  Strive; and hold cheap the strain;
  Learn; nor account the pang; dare; never grudge the throe!
  For thence; … a paradox
  Which comforts while it mocks; …
  Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail:
  What I aspired to be;
  And was not; comforts me:
  A brute I might have been; but would not sink i' the scale。
  What is he but a brute
  Whose flesh has soul to suit;
  Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play?
  To man; propose this test …
  Thy body at its best;
  How far can that project thy soul on its lone way?
  Yet gifts should prove their use:
  I own the Past profuse
  Of power each side; perfection every turn:
  Eyes; ears took in their dole;
  Brain treasured up the whole:
  Should not the heart beat once 〃How good to live and learn〃?
  Not once beat 〃Praise be thine!
  I see the whole design;
  I; who saw power; see now Love perfect too:
  Perfect I call thy plan:
  Thanks that I was a man!
  Maker; remake; complete; … I trust what thou shalt do!〃
  For pleasant is this flesh;
  Our soul; in its rose…mesh
  Pulled ever to the earth; still yearns for rest:
  Would we some prize might hold
  To match those manifold
  Possessions of the brute; … gain most; as we did best!
  Let us not always say;
  〃Spite of this flesh to…day
  I strove; made head; gained ground upon the whole!〃
  As the bird wings and sings;
  Let us cry; 〃All good things
  Are ours; nor soul helps flesh more; now; than flesh helps soul!〃
  Therefore I summon age
  To grant youth's heritage;
  Life's struggle having so far reached its term:
  Thence shall I pass; approved
  A man; for aye removed
  From the developed brute; a God though in the germ。
  And I shall thereupon
  Take rest; ere I be gone
  Once more on my adventure brave and new:
  Fearless and unperplexed;
  When I wage battle next;
  What weapons to select; what armor to indue。
  Youth ended; I shall try
  My gain or loss thereby;
  Leave the fire ashes; what survives is gold:
  And I shall weigh the same;
  Give life its praise or blame:
  Young; all lay in dispute; I shall know; being old。
  For note; when evening shuts;
  A certain moment cuts
  The deed off; calls the glory from the gray:
  A whisper from the west
  Shoots … 〃Add this to the rest;
  Take it and try its worth: here dies another day。〃
  So; still within this life;
  Though lifted o'er its strife;
  Let me discern; compare; pronounce at last;
  〃This rage was right i' the main;
  That acquiescence vain:
  The Future I may face now I have proved the Past。〃
  For more is not reserved
  To man; with soul just nerved
  To act to…morrow what he learns to…day:
  Here; work enough to watch
  The Master work; and catch
  Hints of the proper craft; tricks of the tool's true play。
  As it was better; youth
  Should strive; through acts uncouth;
  Toward making; than repose on aught found made:
  So; better; age; exempt
  From strife; should know; than tempt
  Further。  Thou waitedest age: wait death nor be afraid!
  Enough now; if the Right
  And Good and Infinite
  Be named here; as thou callest thy hand thine own;
  With knowledge absolute;
  Subject to no dispute
  From fools that crowded youth; nor let thee feel alone。
  Be there; for once and all;
  Severed great minds from small;
  Announced to each his station in the Past!
  Was I; the world arraigned;
  Were they; my soul disdained;
  Right?  Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last!
  Now; who shall arbitrate?
  Ten men love what I hate;
  Shun what I follow; slight what I receive;
  Ten; who in ears and eyes
  Match me: we all surmise;
  They this thing; and I that: whom shall my soul believe?
  Not on the vulgar mass
  Called 〃work;〃 must sentence pass;
  Things done; that took the eye and had the price;
  O'er which; from level stand;
  The low world laid its hand;
  Found straightway to its mind; could value in a trice:
  But all; the world's coarse thumb
  And finger failed to plumb;
  So passed in making up the main account;
  All instincts immature;
  All purposes unsure;
  That weighed not as his work; yet swelled the man's amount:
  Thoughts hardly to be packed
  Into a narrow act;
  Fancies that broke through language and escaped;
  All I could never be;
  All; men ignored in me;
  This; I was worth to God; whose wheel the pitcher shaped。
  Ay; note that Potter's wheel;
  That metaphor! and feel
  Why time spins fast; why passive lies our clay; …
  Thou; to whom fools propound;
  When the wine makes its round;
  〃Since life fleets; all is change; the Past gone; seize to…day?〃
  Fool!  All that is; at all;
  Lasts ever; past recall;
  Earth changes; but thy soul and God stand sure:
  What entered into thee;
  That was; is; and shall be:
  Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure。
  He fixed thee 'mid this dance
  Of plastic circumstance;
  This Present; thou; forsooth; would fain arrest:
  Machinery just meant
  To give thy soul its bent;
  Try thee and turn thee forth; sufficiently impressed。
  What though the earlier grooves
  Which ran the laughing loves
  Around thy base; no longer pause and press?
  What though; about thy rim;
  Scull…things in order grim
  Grow out; in graver mood; obey the sterner stress?
  Look not thou down but up!
  To uses of a cup;
  The festal board; lamp's flash and trumpet's peal;
  The new wine's foaming flow;
  The Master's lips a…glow!
  Thou; heaven's consummate cup; what needest thou with earth's wheel?
  But I need; now as then;
  Thee; God; who mouldest men;
  And since; not even while the whirl was worst;
  Did I … to the wheel of life
  With shapes and colors rife;
  Bound dizzily; … mistake my end; to slake thy thirst:
  So; take and use thy work:
  Amend what flaws may lurk;
  What strain o' the stuff; what warpings past the aim!
  My times be in thy hand!
  Perfect the cup as planned!
  Let age approve of youth; and death complete the same!
  Robert Browning '1812…1889'
  HUMAN LIFE
  Sad is our youth; for it is ever going;
  Crumbling away beneath our very feet;
  Sad is our life; for onward it is flowing;
  In current unperceived because so fleet;
  Sad are our hopes for they were sweet in sowing;
  But tares; self…sown; have overtopped the wheat;
  Sad are our joys; for they were sweet in blowing;
  And still; O still; their dying breath is sweet:
  And sweet is youth; although it hath bereft us
  Of that which made our childhood sweeter still;
  And sweet our life's decline; for it hath left us
  A nearer Good to cure an older Ill:
  And sweet are all things; when we learn to prize them
  Not for their sake; but His who grants them or denies them。
  Aubrey Thomas de Vere '1814…1902'
  YOUNG AND OLD
  From 〃The Water Babies〃
  When all the world is young; lad;
  And all the trees are green;
  And every goose a swan; lad;
  And every lass a queen;
  Then hey for boot and horse; lad;
  And round the world away;
  Young blood must have its course; lad;
  And every dog his day。
  When all the world is old; lad;
  And all the trees are brown;
  And all the sport is stale; lad;
  And all the wheels run down:
  Creep home; and take your place there;
  The spent and maimed among:
  God grant you find one face there
  You loved when all was young。
  Charles Kingsley '1819…1875'
  THE ISLE OF THE LONG AGO
  Oh; a wonderful stream is the River Time;
  As it flows through the realm of Tears;
  With a faultless rhythm and a musical rhyme;
  And a broader sweep and a surge sublime
  As it blends with the ocean of Years。
  How the winters are drifting like flakes of snow!
  And the summers like buds between;
  And the year in the sheaf … so they come and they go
  On the River's breast with its ebb and flow;
  As they glide in the shadow and sheen。
  There's a magical Isle up the River Time
  Where the softest of airs are playing;
  There's a cloudless sky and a tropical clime;
  And a voice as sweet as a vesper chime;
  And the Junes with the roses are staying。
  And the name of this Isle is the Long Ago;
  And we bury our treasures there;
  There are brows of beauty and bosoms of snow …
  They are heaps of dust; but we loved them so!
  There are trinkets and tresses of hair。
  There are fragments of song that nobody sings;
  And a part of an infant's prayer;
  There's a harp unswept and a lute without strings;
  There are broken vows and pieces of rings;
  And the garments that she used to wear。
  There are hands that are waved when the fairy shore
  By the mirage is lifted in air;
  And we sometimes hear through the turbulent roar
  Sweet voices we heard in the days gone before;
  When the wind down t