第 11 节
作者:想聊      更新:2021-02-24 22:40      字数:9322
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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