the story of my heart-第3部分

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expression　of　the　feeling。　　It　was　always　there。　　Often　in　the　streets　of
London；　as　the　red　sunset　flamed　over　the　houses；　the　old　thought；　the　old
prayer；　came。

Not　only　in　grassy　fields　with　green　leaf　and　running　brook　did
this　constant　desire　find　renewal。　　More　deeply　still　with
living　human　beauty；　the　perfection　of　form；　the　simple　fact　of
form；　ravished　and　always　willravish　me　away。　　In　this　lies　the　outcome　and
end　of　all　the　loveliness　of　sunshine　and　green　leaf；　of　flowers；　pure
water；　and　sweet　air。　　This　is　embodiment　and　highest　ex…pression；　the
scattered；　uncertain；　and　designless　loveliness　of　tree　and　sunlight　brought
to　shape。　　Through　this　beauty　Iprayed　deepest　and　longest；　and　down　to　this
hour。　　The　shapethe　divine　idea　of　that　shapethe　swelling　muscle　or　the
dreamy　limb；　strong　sinew　or　curve　of　bust；　Aphrodite　or　Hercules；　it　is　the
same。　　That　I　may　have　the　soul…life；　the　soul…nature；　let　divine　beauty
bring　to　me　divine　soul。　　Swart　Nubian；　white　Greek；　delicate　Italian；
massive　Scandinavian；　in　all　the　exquisite　pleasure　the　form　gave；　and
gives；　to　me　immediately　becomes　intense　prayer。

If　I　could　have　been　in　physical　shape　like　these；　how
despicable　in　comparison　I　am；　to　be　shapely　of　form　is　so
infinitely　beyond　wealth；　power；　fame；　all　that　ambition　can　give；　that
these　are　dust　before　it。　　Unless　of　the　human　form；　no　pictures　hold　me；
the　rest　are　flat　surfaces。　　So；　too；　with
the　other　arts；　they　are　dead；　the　potters；　the　architects；
meaningless；　stony；　and　some　repellent；　like　the　cold　touch　of
porcelain。　　No　prayer　with　these。　　Only　the　human　form　in　art
could　raise　it；　and　most　in　statuary。　　I　have　seen　so　little
good　statuary；　it　is　a　regret　to　me；　still；　that　I　have　is
beyond　all　other　art。　　Fragments　here；　a　bust　yonder；　the
broken　pieces　brought　from　Greece；　copies；　plaster　casts；　a
memory　of　an　Aphrodite；　of　a　Persephone；　of　an　Apollo；　that　is
all；　but　even　drawings　of　statuary　will　raise　the　prayer。
These　statues　were　like　myself　full　of　a　thought；　for　ever
about　to　burst　forth　as　a　bud；　yet　silent　in　the　same　attitude。
Give　me　to　live　the　soul…life　they　express。　　The　smallest
fragment　of　marble　carved　in　the　shape　of　the　human　arm　will　wake　the　desire
I　felt　in　my　hill…prayer。

Time　went　on；　good　fortune　and　success　never　for　an　instant
deceived　me　that　they　were　in　themselves　to　be　sought；　only　my
soul…thought　was　worthy。　　Further　years　bringing　much　suffering；
grinding　the　very　life　out；　new　troubles；　renewed　insults；　loss
of　what　hard　labour　had　earned；　the　bitter　question：　Is　it　not
better　to　leap　into　the　sea？　　These；　too；　have　made　no
impression；　constant　still　to　the　former　prayer　my　mind　endures。
It　was　my　chief　regret　that　I　had　not　endeavoured　to　write　these　things；　to
give　expression　to　this　passion。　　I　am　now　trying；　but　I　see　that　I　shall
only　in　part　succeed。

The　same　prayer　comes　to　me　at　this　very　hour。　　It　is　now　less
solely　associated　with　the　sun　and　sea；　hills；　woods；　or
beauteous　human　shape。　　It　is　always　within。　It　requires　no　waking；　no
renewal；　it　is　always　with　me。　　I　am　it；　the　fact　of　my　existence　expresses
it。After　a　long　interval　I　came　to　the　hills　again；　this　time　by　the　coast。
I　found　a　deep　hollow　on　the　side　of　a　great　hill；　a　green　concave　opening
to　the　sea；　where　I　could　rest　and　think　in　perfect　quiet。　　Behind　me　were
furze　bushes　dried　by　the　heat；　immediately　in　front　dropped　the　steep
descent　of　the　bowl…like　hollow　which　received　and　brought　up　to　me　the
faint　sound　of　the　summer　waves。　　Yonder　lay　the　immense　plain　of　sea；　the
palest　green　under　the　continued　sunshine；　as　though　the　heat　had　evaporated
the　colour　from　it；　there　was　no　distinct　horizon；　a　heat…mist　inclosed　it
and　looked　farther　away　than　the　horizon　would　have　done。　　Silence　and
sunshine；　sea　and　hill　gradually　brought　my　mind　into　the　condition　of
intense　prayer。　　Day　after　day；　forhours　at　a　time；　I　came　there；　my
soul…desire　always　the　same。　　Presently　I　began　to　consider　how　I　could　put
a　part　of　that　prayer　into　form；　giving　it　an　object。　　Could　I　bring　it　into
such　a　shape　as　would　admit　of　actually　working　upon　the　lines　it　indicated
for　any　good　？

One　evening；　when　the　bright　white　star　in　Lyra　was　shining
almost　at　the　zenith　over　me；　and　the　deep　concave　was　the　more
profound　in　the　dusk；　I　formulated　it　into　three　divisions。
First；　I　desired　that　I　might　do　or　find　something　to　exalt　the
soul；　something　to　enable　it　to　live　its　own　life；　a　more
powerful　existence　now。　　Secondly；　I　desired　to　be　able　to　do　something　for
the　flesh；　to　make　a　discovery　or　perfect　a　method　by　which　the　fleshly　body
might　enjoy　more　pleasure；　longer　life；　and　suffer　less　pain。　　Thirdly；　to
construct　a　more　flexible　engine　with　which　to　carry　into　execution　the
design　of　the　will。　I　called　this　the　Lyra　prayer；　to　distinguish　it　from
the　far　deeper　emotion　in　which　the　soul　was　alone
concerned。

Of　the　three　divisions；　the　last　was　of　so　little　importance
that　it　scarcely　deserved　to　be　named　in　conjunction　with　the
others。　　Mechanism　increases　conveniencein　no　degree　does　it
confer　physical　or　moral　perfection。　　The　rudimentary　engines
employed　thousands　of　years　ago　in　raising　buildings　were　in
that　respect　equal　to　the　complicated　machines　of　the　present
day。　　Control　of　iron　and　steel　has　not　altered　or　improved　the
bodily　man。　　I　even　debated　some　time　whether　such　a　third
division　should　be　included　at　all。　　Our　bodies　are　now　conveyed
all　round　the　world　with　ease；　but　obtain　no　advantage。　As　they　start　so
they　return。　The　most　perfect　human　families　of　ancient　times　were　almost
stationary；　as　those　of　Greece。　Perfection　of　form　was　found　inSparta；　how
small　a　spot　compared　to　those　continents　over　which　we　are　now　taken　so
quickly！　　Such　perfection　of　form　might　perhaps　again　dwell；　contented　and
complete　in　itself；　on　such　a　strip　of　land　as　I　could　see　between　me　and
the　sand　of　the　sea。　Again；　a　watch　keeping　correct　time　is　no　guarantee
that　the　bearer　shall　not　suffer　pain。　　The　owner　of　the　watch　may　be
soulless；　without　mind…fire；　a　mere　creature。　　No　benefit　to　the
heart　or　to　the　body　accrues　from　the　most　accurate　mechanism。
Hence　I　debated　whether　the　third　division　should　be　included。
But　I　reflected　that　time　cannot　be　put　back　on　the　dial；　we
cannot　return　to　Sparta；　there　is　an　existent　state　of　things；
and　existent　multitudes；　and　possibly　a　more　powerful　engine；
flexible　to　the　will；　might　give　them　that　freedom　which　is　the
one；　and　the　one　only；　political　or　social　idea　I　possess。　For
liberty；　therefore；　let　it　be　included。

For　the　flesh；　this　arm　of　mine；　the　limbs　of　others　gracefully　moving；　let
me　find　something　that　will　give　them　greater　per…
fection。　That　the　bones　may　be　firmer；　somewhat　larger　if　that　would　be　an
advantage；　certainly　stronger；　that　the　cartilage　and　sinews　may　be　more
enduring；　and　the　muscles　more　powerful；　something　after　the　manner　of　those
ideal　limbs　and　muscles　sculptured　of　old；　these　in　the　flesh　and　real。　That
the　organs　of　the　body　may　be　stronger　in　their　action；　perfect；　and
lasting。　That　the　exterior　flesh　may　be　yet　more　beautiful；　that　the　shape
may　be　finer；　and　the　motions　graceful。　These　are　the　soberest　words　I　can
find；　purposely　chosen；　for　I　am　so　rapt　in　the　beauty　of　the　human　form；
and　so　earnestly；　so　inexpressibly；　prayerful　to　see　that　form　perfect；　that
my　full　thought　is　not　to　be　written。　Unable　to　express　it　fully；　I　have
considered　it　best　to　put　it　in　the　simplest　manner　of　words。　　I　believe　in
the　human　form；　let　me　find　something；　some　method；　by　which　that　form　may
achieve　the　utmost　beauty。　Its　beauty　is　like　an　arrow；　which　may　be　shot
any　distance　according　to　the　strength　of　the　bow。　So　the　idea　expressed　in
the　human　shape　is　capable　of　indefinite　expansion　and　elevation　of　beauty。

Of　the　mind；　the　inner　consciousness；　the　soul；　my　prayer
desired　that　I　might　discover　a　mode　of　life　for　it；　so　that　it
might　not　only　conceive　of　such　a　life；　but　actually　enjoy　it　on
the　earth。　I　wished　to　search　out　a　new　and　higher　set　of　ideas
on　which　the　mind　should　work。　The　simile　of　a　new　book　of　the
soul　is　the　nearest　to　convey　the　meaninga　book　drawn　from
the　present　and　future；　not　the　past。　Instead　of　a　set　of　ideas　based　on
tradition；　let　me　give　the　mind　a　new　thought　drawn　straight　from　the
wondrous　present；　direct　this　very　hour。　　Next；　to　furnish　the　soul　with　the
means　of　executing　its　will；　of　carrying　thought　into　action。　In　other
words；　for　the　soul　to
become　a　power。　These　three　formed　the　Lyra　prayer；　of　which　the　two　first
are　immeasurably　the　in　more　important。　I　believe　in　the　human　being；　mind
and　flesh；　form　and　soul。

It　happened　just　afterwards　that　I　went　to　Pevensey；　and
immediately　the　ancient　wall　swept　my　mind　back　seventeen
hundred　years　to　the　eagle；　the　pilum；　and　the　short　sword。　　The
grey　stones；　the　thin　red　bricks　laid　by　those　whose　eyes　had
seen　Caesar's　Rome；　lifted　me　out　of　the　grasp　of　house…life；
of　modern　civilisation；　of　those　minutiae　which　occupy　the
moment。　The　grey　stone　made　me　feel　as　if　I　had　existed　from
then　till　now；　so　strongly　did　I　enter　into　and　see　my　own
life　as　if　reflected。　My　own　existence　was　focused　back　on　me；
I　saw　its　joy；　its　unhappiness；　its　birth；　its　death；　its
possibilities　among　the　infinite；　above　all　its　yearning
Question。　Why？　Seeing　it　thus　clearly；　and　lifted　out　of　the
moment　by　the　force　of　seventeen　centuries；　I　recognised　the
full　mystery　and　the　depths　of　things　in　the　roots　of　the　dry
grass　on　the　wall；　in　the　green　sea　flowing　near。　Is　there
anything　I　can　do？　The　mystery　and　the　possibilities　are　not　in
the　roots　of　the　grass；　nor　is　the　depth　of　things　in　the　sea；　they　are　in
my　existence；　in　my　soul。　The　marvel　of　existence；
almost　the　terror　of　it；　was　flung　on　me　with　crushing　force　by
the　sea；　the　sun　shining；　the　distant　hills。　With　all　their
ponderous　weight　they　made　me　feel　myself：　all　the　time；　all　the
centuries　made　me　feel　myself　this　moment　a　hundred…fold。　I
determined　that　I　would　endeavour　to　write　what　I　had　so　long
thought　of；　and　the　same　ev