anthology of massachusetts poets-第11章
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Ever； forever； lover and rover
They shall cling； nor each from other shall part
Till the reign of the stars in the heavens be 'over；
And life is dust in each faithful heart。
They are dead； the American grasses under；
There is no one now who presses my side；
By the African chotts I am riding asunder；
And with great joy ride I the last great ride。
I am fey； I am fein of sudden dying；
Thousands of miles there is no one near；
And my heartall the night it is crying； crying
In the bosoms of dead lads darling…dear。
Hearts of my musicthem dark earth covers；
Comrades to die； and to die for； were they；
In the width of the world there were no such rovers
Back to back； breast to breast； it was ours to stay；
And the highest on earth was the vow that we cherished；
To spur forth from the crowd and come back
never more；
And to ride in the track of great souls perished
Till the nests of the lark shall roof us o'er。
Yet lingers a horseman on Altai highlands；
Who hath joy of me； riding the Tartar glissade；
And one； far faring o'er orient islands
Whose blood yet glints with my blade's accolade；
North； west； east； I fling you my last hallooing；
Last love to the breasts where my own has bled；
Through the reach of the desert my soul leaps pursuing
My star where it rises a Star of the Dead。
GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY
THE FLIGHT
I
O WILD HEART； track the land's perfume；
Beach…roses and moor…heather！
All fragrances of herb and bloom
Fail； out at sea； together。
O follow where aloft find room
Lark…song and eagle…feather！
All ecstasies of throat and plume
Melt； high on yon blue weather。
O leave on sky and ocean lost
The flight creation dareth；
Take wings of love； that mounts the most：
Find fame； that furthest fareth！
Thy flight； albeit amid her host
Thee； too； night star…like beareth；
Flying； thy breast on heaven's coast；
The infinite outweareth。
II
〃Dead o'er us roll celestial fires；
Mute stand Earth's ancient beaches；
Old thoughts； old instincts； old desires；
The passing hour outreaches；
The soul creative never tires
Evokes； adcres； beseeches；
And that heart most the god inspires
Whom most its wildness teaches。
〃For I will course through falling years
And stars and cities burning；
And I will march through dying cheers
Past empires unreturning；
Ever the world flame reappears
Where mankind power is earning；
The nations' hopes； the people's tears；
One with the wild heart yearning。
GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY
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