songs of travel-第5章
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The ultimate helpers； where your horse to…day
Conveyed you dreaming； bear your body dead。
Vailima
XLI
WE uncommiserate pass into the night
From the loud banquet； and departing leave
A tremor in men's memories； faint and sweet
And frail as music。 Features of our face；
The tones of the voice； the touch of the loved hand；
Perish and vanish； one by one； from earth：
Meanwhile； in the hall of song； the multitude
Applauds the new performer。 One； perchance；
One ultimate survivor lingers on；
And smiles； and to his ancient heart recalls
The long forgotten。 Ere the morrow die；
He too； returning； through the curtain comes；
And the new age forgets us and goes on。
XLII
SING me a song of a lad that is gone；
Say； could that lad be I？
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye。
Mull was astern； Rum on the port；
Eigg on the starboard bow；
Glory of youth glowed in his soul：
Where is that glory now？
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone；
Say； could that lad be I？
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye。
Give me again all that was there；
Give me the sun that shone！
Give me the eyes； give me the soul；
Give me the lad that's gone！
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone；
Say； could that lad be I？
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye。
Billow and breeze； islands and seas；
Mountains of rain and sun；
All that was good； all that was fair；
All that was me is gone。
XLIII … TO S。 R。 CROCKETT （On receiving a Dedication）
BLOWS the wind to…day； and the sun and the rain are flying；
Blows the wind on the moors to…day and now；
Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying；
My heart remembers how！
Grey recumbent tombs of the dead in desert places；
Standing stones on the vacant wine…red moor；
Hills of sheep； and the howes of the silent vanished races；
And winds； austere and pure：
Be it granted me to behold you again in dying；
Hills of home！ and to hear again the call；
Hear about the graves of the martyrs the peewees crying；
And hear no more at all。
Vailima。
XLIV … EVENSONG
THE embers of the day are red
Beyond the murky hill。
The kitchen smokes： the bed
In the darkling house is spread：
The great sky darkens overhead；
And the great woods are shrill。
So far have I been led；
Lord； by Thy will：
So far I have followed； Lord； and wondered still。
The breeze from the enbalmed land
Blows sudden toward the shore；
And claps my cottage door。
I hear the signal； Lord … I understand。
The night at Thy command
Comes。 I will eat and sleep and will not question more。
Vailima。
End
