the complete poetical works-第85部分
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And all the guests that in it lay。
Full late they slept。 They did not hear
The challenge of Sir Chanticleer;
Who on the empty threshing…floor;
Disdainful of the rain outside;
Was strutting with a martial stride;
As if upon his thigh he wore
The famous broadsword of the Squire;
And said; 〃Behold me; and admire!〃
Only the Poet seemed to hear;
In drowse or dream; more near and near
Across the border…land of sleep
The blowing of a blithesome horn;
That laughed the dismal day to scorn;
A splash of hoofs and rush of wheels
Through sand and mire like stranding keels;
As from the road with sudden sweep
The Mail drove up the little steep;
And stopped beside the tavern door;
A moment stopped; and then again
With crack of whip and bark of dog
Plunged forward through the sea of fog;
And all was silent as before;
All silent save the dripping rain。
Then one by one the guests came down;
And greeted with a smile the Squire;
Who sat before the parlor fire;
Reading the paper fresh from town。
First the Sicilian; like a bird;
Before his form appeared; was heard
Whistling and singing down the stair;
Then came the Student; with a look
As placid as a meadow…brook;
The Theologian; still perplexed
With thoughts of this world and the next;
The Poet then; as one who seems
Walking in visions and in dreams;
Then the Musician; like a fair
Hyperion from whose golden hair
The radiance of the morning streams;
And last the aromatic Jew
Of Alicant; who; as he threw
The door wide open; on the air
Breathed round about him a perfume
Of damask roses in full bloom;
Making a garden of the room。
The breakfast ended; each pursued
The promptings of his various mood;
Beside the fire in silence smoked
The taciturn; impassive Jew;
Lost in a pleasant revery;
While; by his gravity provoked;
His portrait the Sicilian drew;
And wrote beneath it 〃Edrehi;
At the Red Horse in Sudbury。〃
By far the busiest of them all;
The Theologian in the hall
Was feeding robins in a cage;
Two corpulent and lazy birds;
Vagrants and pilferers at best;
If one might trust the hostler's words;
Chief instrument of their arrest;
Two poets of the Golden Age;
Heirs of a boundless heritage
Of fields and orchards; east and west;
And sunshine of long summer days;
Though outlawed now and dispossessed!
Such was the Theologian's phrase。
Meanwhile the Student held discourse
With the Musician; on the source
Of all the legendary lore
Among the nations; scattered wide
Like silt and seaweed by the force
And fluctuation of the tide;
The tale repeated o'er and o'er;
With change of place and change of name;
Disguised; transformed; and yet the same
We've heard a hundred times before。
The Poet at the window mused;
And saw; as in a dream confused;
The countenance of the Sun; discrowned;
And haggard with a pale despair;
And saw the cloud…rack trail and drift
Before it; and the trees uplift
Their leafless branches; and the air
Filled with the arrows of the rain;
And heard amid the mist below;
Like voices of distress and pain;
That haunt the thoughts of men insane;
The fateful cawings of the crow。
Then down the road; with mud besprent;
And drenched with rain from head to hoof;
The rain…drops dripping from his mane
And tail as from a pent…house roof;
A jaded horse; his head down bent;
Passed slowly; limping as he went。
The young Sicilianwho had grown
Impatient longer to abide
A prisoner; greatly mortified
To see completely overthrown
His plans for angling in the brook;
And; leaning o'er the bridge of stone;
To watch the speckled trout glide by;
And float through the inverted sky;
Still round and round the baited hook
Now paced the room with rapid stride;
And; pausing at the Poet's side;
Looked forth; and saw the wretched steed;
And said: 〃Alas for human greed;
That with cold hand and stony eye
Thus turns an old friend out to die;
Or beg his food from gate to gate!
This brings a tale into my mind;
Which; if you are not disinclined
To listen; I will now relate。〃
All gave assent; all wished to hear;
Not without many a jest and jeer;
The story of a spavined steed;
And even the Student with the rest
Put in his pleasant little jest
Out of Malherbe; that Pegasus
Is but a horse that with all speed
Bears poets to the hospital;
While the Sicilian; self…possessed;
After a moment's interval
Began his simple story thus。
THE SICILIAN'S TALE
THE BELL OF ATRI
At Atri in Abruzzo; a small town
Of ancient Roman date; but scant renown;
One of those little places that have run
Half up the hill; beneath a blazing sun;
And then sat down to rest; as if to say;
〃I climb no farther upward; come what may;〃
The Re Giovanni; now unknown to fame;
So many monarchs since have borne the name;
Had a great bell hung in the market…place
Beneath a roof; projecting some small space;
By way of shelter from the sun and rain。
Then rode he through the streets with all his train;
And; with the blast of trumpets loud and long;
Made proclamation; that whenever wrong
Was done to any man; he should but ring
The great bell in the square; and he; the King;
Would cause the Syndic to decide thereon。
Such was the proclamation of King John。
How swift the happy days in Atri sped;
What wrongs were righted; need not here be said。
Suffice it that; as all things must decay;
The hempen rope at length was worn away;
Unravelled at the end; and; strand by strand;
Loosened and wasted in the ringer's hand;
Till one; who noted this in passing by;
Mended the rope with braids of briony;
So that the leaves and tendrils of the vine
Hung like a votive garland at a shrine。
By chance it happened that in Atri dwelt
A knight; with spur on heel and sword in belt;
Who loved to hunt the wild…boar in the woods;
Who loved his falcons with their crimson hoods;
Who loved his hounds and horses; and all sports
And prodigalities of camps and courts;
Loved; or had loved them; for at last; grown old;
His only passion was the love of gold。
He sold his horses; sold his hawks and hounds;
Rented his vineyards and his garden…grounds;
Kept but one steed; his favorite steed of all;
To starve and shiver in a naked stall;
And day by day sat brooding in his chair;
Devising plans how best to hoard and spare。
At length he said: 〃What is the use or need
To keep at my own cost this lazy steed;
Eating his head off in my stables here;
When rents are low and provender is dear?
Let him go feed upon the public ways;
I want him only for the holidays。〃
So the old steed was turned into the heat
Of the long; lonely; silent; shadeless street;
And wandered in suburban lanes forlorn;
Barked at by dogs; and torn by brier and thorn。
One afternoon; as in that sultry clime
It is the custom in the summer time;
With bolted doors and window…shutters closed;
The inhabitants of Atri slept or dozed;
When suddenly upon their senses fell
The loud alarum of the accusing bell!
The Syndic started from his deep repose;
Turned on his couch; and listened; and then rose
And donned his robes; and with reluctant pace
Went panting forth into the market…place;
Where the great bell upon its cross…beam swung
Reiterating with persistent tongue;
In half…articulate jargon; the old song:
〃Some one hath done a wrong; hath done a wrong!〃
But ere he reached the belfry's light arcade
He saw; or thought he saw; beneath its shade;
No shape of human form of woman born;
But a poor steed dejected and forlorn;
Who with uplifted head and eager eye
Was tugging at the vines of briony。
〃Domeneddio!〃 cried the Syndie straight;
〃This is the Knight of Atri's steed of state!
He calls for justice; being sore distressed;
And pleads his cause as loudly as the best。〃
Meanwhile from street and lane a noisy crowd
Had rolled together like a summer cloud;
And told the story of the wretched beast
In five…and…twenty different ways at least;
With much gesticulation and appeal
To heathen gods; in their excessive zeal。
The Knight was called and questioned; in reply
Did not confess the fact; did not deny;
Treated the matter as a pleasant jest;
And set at naught the Syndic and the rest;
Maintaining; in an angry undertone;
That he should do what pleased him with his own。
And thereupon the Syndic gravely read
The proclamation of the King; then said:
〃Pride goeth forth on horseback grand and gay;
But cometh back on foot; and begs its way;
Fame is the fragrance of heroic deeds;
Of flowers of chivalry and not of weeds!
These are familiar proverbs; but I fear
They never yet have reached your knightly ear。
What fair renown; what honor; what repute
Can come to you from starving this poor brute?
He who serves well and speaks not; merits more
Than they who clamor loudest at the door。
Therefore the law decrees that as this steed
Served you in youth; henceforth you shall take heed
To comfort his old age; and to provide
Shelter in stall an food and field beside。〃
The Knight withdrew abashed; the people all
Led home the steed in triumph to his stall。
The King heard and approved; and laughed in glee
And cried aloud: 〃Right well it pleaseth me!
Church…bells at best but ring us to the door;
But go not in to mass; my bell doth more:
It cometh into court and pleads the cause
Of creatures dumb and unknown to the laws;
And this shall make; in every Christian clime;
The Bell of Atri famous for all time。〃
INTERLUDE
〃Yes; well your story pleads the cause
Of those dumb mouths that have no speech;
Only a cry from each to each
In its own kind; with its own laws;
Something that is beyond the reach
Of human power to learn or teach;
An inarticulate moan of pain;
Like the immeasurable main