r. f. murray-第7章

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The　black　midnight　is　steeping　The　hillside　and　the　lawn；　But　still　I　lie　unsleeping；　With　curtains　backward　drawn；　To　catch　the　earliest　peeping　Of　the　desired　dawn。

Perhaps；　when　day　is　breaking；　When　birds　their　song　begin；　And；　worn　with　all　night　waking；　I　call　their　music　din；　Sweet　sleep；　some　pity　taking；　At　last　may　enter　in。



LOVE'S　PHANTOM



Whene'er　I　try　to　read　a　book；　Across　the　page　your　face　will　look；　And　then　I　neither　know　nor　care　What　sense　the　printed　words　may　bear。

At　night　when　I　would　go　to　sleep；　Thinking　of　you；　awake　I　keep；　And　still　repeat　the　words　you　said；　Like　sick　men　murmuring　prayers　in　bed。

And　when；　with　weariness　oppressed；　I　sink　in　spite　of　you　to　rest；　Your　image；　like　a　lovely　sprite；　Haunts　me　in　dreams　through　half　the　night。

I　wake　upon　the　autumn　morn　To　find　the　sunrise　hardly　born；　And　in　the　sky　a　soft　pale　blue；　And　in　my　heart　your　image　true。

When　out　I　walk　to　take　the　air；　Your　image　is　for　ever　there；　Among　the　woods　that　lose　their　leaves；　Or　where　the　North　Sea　sadly　heaves。

By　what　enchantment　shall　be　laid　This　ghost；　which　does　not　make　afraid；　But　vexes　with　dim　loveliness　And　many　a　shadowy　caress？

There　is　no　other　way　I　know　But　unto　you　forthwith　to　go；　That　I　may　look　upon　the　maid　Whereof　that　other　is　the　shade。

As　the　strong　sun　puts　out　the　moon；　Whose　borrowed　rays　are　all　his　own；　So；　in　your　living　presence；　dies　The　phantom　kindled　at　your　eyes。

By　this　most　blessed　spell；　each　day　The　vexing　ghost　awhile　I　lay。　Yet　am　I　glad　to　know　that　when　I　leave　you　it　will　rise　again。



COME　BACK　TO　ST。　ANDREWS



Come　back　to　St。　Andrews！　　Before　you　went　away　You　said　you　would　be　wretched　where　you　could　not　see　the　Bay；　The　East　sands　and　the　West　sands　and　the　castle　in　the　sea　Come　back　to　St。　AndrewsSt。　Andrews　and　me。

Oh；　it's　dreary　along　South　Street　when　the　rain　is　coming　down；　And　the　east　wind　makes　the　student　draw　more　close　his　warm　red　gown；　As　I　often　saw　you　do；　when　I　watched　you　going　by　On　the　stormy　days　to　College；　from　my　window　up　on　high。

I　wander　on　the　Lade　Braes；　where　I　used　to　walk　with　you；　And　purple　are　the　woods　of　Mount　Melville；　budding　new；　But　I　cannot　bear　to　look；　for　the　tears　keep　coming　so；　And　the　Spring　has　lost　the　freshness　which　it　had　a　year　ago。

Yet　often　I　could　fancy；　where　the　pathway　takes　a　turn；　I　shall　see　you　in　a　moment；　coming　round　beside　the　burn；　Coming　round　beside　the　burn；　with　your　swinging　step　and　free；　And　your　face　lit　up　with　pleasure　at　the　sudden　sight　of　me。

Beyond　the　Rock　and　Spindle；　where　we　watched　the　water　clear　In　the　happy　April　sunshine；　with　a　happy　sound　to　hear；　There　I　sat　this　afternoon；　but　no　hand　was　holding　mine；　And　the　water　sounded　eerie；　though　the　April　sun　did　shine。

Oh；　why　should　I　complain　of　what　I　know　was　bound　to　be？　For　you　had　your　way　to　make；　and　you　must　not　think　of　me。　But　a　woman's　heart　is　weak；　and　a　woman's　joys　are　few　…　There　are　times　when　I　could　die　for　a　moment's　sight　of　you。

It　may　be　you　will　come　again；　before　my　hair　is　grey　As　the　sea　is　in　the　twilight　of　a　weary　winter's　day。　When　success　is　grown　a　burden；　and　your　heart　would　fain　be　free；　Come　back　to　St。　AndrewsSt。　Andrews　and　me。



THE　SOLITARY



I　have　been　lonely　all　my　days　on　earth；　Living　a　life　within　my　secret　soul；　With　mine　own　springs　of　sorrow　and　of　mirth；　Beyond　the　world's　control。

Though　sometimes　with　vain　longing　I　have　sought　To　walk　the　paths　where　other　mortals　tread；　To　wear　the　clothes　for　other　mortals　wrought；　And　eat　the　selfsame　bread　…

Yet　have　I　ever　found；　when　thus　I　strove　To　mould　my　life　upon　the　common　plan；　That　I　was　furthest　from　all　truth　and　love；　And　least　a　living　man。

Truth　frowned　upon　my　poor　hypocrisy；　Life　left　my　soul；　and　dwelt　but　in　my　sense；　No　man　could　love　me；　for　all　men　could　see　The　hollow　vain　pretence。

Their　clothes　sat　on　me　with　outlandish　air；　Upon　their　easy　road　I　tripped　and　fell；　And　still　I　sickened　of　the　wholesome　fare　On　which　they　nourished　well。

I　was　a　stranger　in　that　company；　A　Galilean　whom　his　speech　bewrayed；　And　when　they　lifted　up　their　songs　of　glee；　My　voice　sad　discord　made。

Peace　for　mine　own　self　I　could　never　find；　And　still　my　presence　marred　the　general　peace；　And　when　I　parted；　leaving　them　behind；　They　felt；　and　I；　release。

So　will　I　follow　now　my　spirit's　bent；　Not　scorning　those　who　walk　the　beaten　track；　Yet　not　despising　mine　own　banishment；　Nor　often　looking　back。

Their　way　is　best　for　them；　but　mine　for　me。　And　there　is　comfort　for　my　lonely　heart；　To　think　perhaps　our　journeys'　ends　may　be　Not　very　far　apart。



TO　ALFRED　TENNYSON1883



Familiar　with　thy　melody；　We　go　debating　of　its　power；　As　churls；　who　hear　it　hour　by　hour；　Contemn　the　skylark's　minstrelsy　…

As　shepherds　on　a　Highland　lea　Think　lightly　of　the　heather　flower　Which　makes　the　moorland's　purple　dower；　As　far　away　as　eye　can　see。

Let　churl　or　shepherd　change　his　sky；　And　labour　in　the　city　dark；　Where　there　is　neither　air　nor　room　…　How　often　will　the　exile　sigh　To　hear　again　the　unwearied　lark；　And　see　the　heather's　lavish　bloom！



ICHABOD



Gone　is　the　glory　from　the　hills；　The　autumn　sunshine　from　the　mere；　Which　mourns　for　the　declining　year　In　all　her　tributary　rills。

A　sense　of　change　obscurely　chills　The　misty　twilight　atmosphere；　In　which　familiar　things　appear　Like　alien　ghosts；　foreboding　ills。

The　twilight　hour　a　month　ago　Was　full　of　pleasant　warmth　and　ease；　The　pearl　of　all　the　twenty…four。　Erelong　the　winter　gales　shall　blow；　Erelong　the　winter　frosts　shall　freeze　…　And　oh；　that　it　were　June　once　more！



AT　A　HIGH　CEREMONY



Not　the　proudest　damsel　here　Looks　so　well　as　doth　my　dear。　All　the　borrowed　light　of　dress　Outshining　not　her　loveliness；

A　loveliness　not　born　of　art；　But　growing　outwards　from　her　heart；　Illuminating　all　her　face；　And　filling　all　her　form　with　grace。

Said　I；　of　dress　the　borrowed　light　Could　rival　not　her　beauty　bright？　Yet；　looking　round；　‘tis　truth　to　tell；　No　damsel　here　is　dressed　so　well。

Only　in　them　the　dress　one　sees；　Because　more　greatly　it　doth　please　Than　any　other　charm　that's　theirs；　Than　all　their　manners；　all　their　airs。

But　dress　in　her；　although　indeed　It　perfect　be；　we　do　not　heed；　Because　the　face；　the　form；　the　air　Are　all　so　gentle　and　so　rare。



THE　WASTED　DAY



Another　day　let　slip！　　Its　hours　have　run；　Its　golden　hours；　with　prodigal　excess；　All　run　to　waste。　　A　day　of　life　the　less；　Of　many　wasted　days；　alas；　but　one！

Through　my　west　window　streams　the　setting　sun。　I　kneel　within　my　chamber；　and　confess　My　sin　and　sorrow；　filled　with　vain　distress；　In　place　of　honest　joy　for　work　well　done。

At　noon　I　passed　some　labourers　in　a　field。　The　sweat　ran　down　upon　each　sunburnt　face；　Which　shone　like　copper　in　the　ardent　glow。　And　one　looked　up；　with　envy　unconcealed；　Beholding　my　cool　cheeks　and　listless　pace；　Yet　he　was　happier；　though　he　did　not　know。



INDOLENCE



Fain　would　I　shake　thee　off；　but　weak　am　I　Thy　strong　solicitations　to　withstand。　Plenty　of　work　lies　ready　to　my　hand；　Which　rests　irresolute；　and　lets　it　lie。

How　can　I　work；　when　that　seductive　sky　Smiles　through　the　window；　beautiful　and　bland；　And　seems　to　half　entreat　and　half　command　My　presence　out　of　doors　beneath　its　eye？

Will　not　the　air　be　fresh；　the　water　blue；　The　smell　of　beanfields；　blowing　to　the　shore；　Better　than　these　poor　drooping　purchased　flowers？　Good…bye；　dull　books！　　Hot　room；　good…bye　to　you！　And　think　it　strange　if　I　return　before　The　sea　grows　purple　in　the　evening　hours。



DAWN　SONG



I　hear　a　twittering　of　birds；　And　now　they　burst　in　song。　How　sweet；　although　it　wants　the　words！　It　shall　not　want　them　long；　For　I　will　set　some　to　the　note　Which　bubbles　from　the　thrush's　throat。

O　jewelled　night；　that　reign'st　on　high；　Where　is　thy　crescent　moon？　Thy　stars　have　faded　from　the　sky；　The　sun　is　coming　soon。　The　summer　night　is　passed　away；　Sing　welcome　to　the　summer　day。



CAIRNSMILL　DENTUNE：　　‘A　ROVING'



As　I；　with　hopeless　love　o'erthrown；　With　love　o'erthrown；　with　love　o'erthrown；　And　this　is　truth　I　tell；　As　I；　with　hopeless　love　o'erthrown；　Was　sadly　walking　all　alone；

I　met　my　love　one　morning　In　Cairnsmill　Den。　One　morning；　one　morning；　One　blue　and　blowy　morning；　I　met　my　love　one　morning　In　Cairnsmill　Den。

A　dead　bough　broke　within　the　wood　Within　the　wood；　within　the　wood；　And　this　is　truth　I　tell。　A　dead　bough　broke　within　the　wood；　And　I　looked　up；　and　there　she　stood。

I　asked　what　was　it　brought　her　there；　What　brought　her　there；　what　brought　her　there；　And　this　is　truth　I　tell。　I　asked　what　was　it　brought　her　there。　Says　she；　‘To　pull　the　primrose　fair。'

Says　I；　‘Come；　let　me　pull　with　you；　Along　with　you；　along　with　you；'　And　this　is　truth　I　tell。　Says　I；　‘Come　let　me　pull　with　you；　For　one　is　not　so　good　as　two。'

But　when　at　noon　we　climbed　the　hill；　We　climbed　the　hill；　we　climbed　the　hill；　And　this　is　truth　I　tell。　But　when　at　noon　we　climbed　the　hill；　Her　hands　and　mine　were　empty　still。

And　when　we　reached　the　top　so　high；　The　top　so　high；　the　top　so　high；　And　this　is　truth　I　tell。　And　when　we　reached　the　top　so　high　Says　I；　‘I'll　kiss　you；　if　I　die！'

I　kissed　my　love　in　Cairnsmill　Den；　In　Cairnsmill　Den；　in　Cairnsmill　Den；　And　this　is　truth　I　tell。　I　kissed　my　love　in　Cairnsmill　Den；　And　my　love　kissed　me　back　again。

I　met　my　love　one　morning　In　Cairnsmill　Den。　One　morning；　one　morning；　One　blue　and　blowy　morning；　I　met　my　love　one　morning　In　Cairnsmill　Den。



A　LOST　OPPORTUNITY



One　dark；　dark　nightit　was　long　ago；　The　air　was　heavy　and　still　and　warm　…　It　fell　to　me　and　a　man　I　know；　To　see　two　girls　to　their　father's　farm。

There　was　little　seeing；　that　I　recall：　We　seemed　to　grope　in　a　cave　profound。　They　might　have　come　by　a　painful　fall；　Had　we　not　helped　them　over　the　ground。

The　girls　were　sisters。　　Both　were　fair；　But　mine　was　the　fairer　（so　I　say）。　The　dark　soon　severed　us；　pair　from　pair；　And　not　long　after　we　lost　our　way。

We　wandered　over　the　country…side；　And　we　frightened　most　of　the　sheep　about；　And　I　do　not　think　that　we　greatly　tried；　Having　lost　our　way；　to　find　it　out。

The　night　being　fine；　it　was　not　worth　while。　We　strayed　through　furrow　and　corn　and　grass　We　met　with　many　a　fence　and　stile；　And　a　quickset　hedge；　which　we　failed　to　pass。

At　last　we　came　on　a　road　she　knew；　She　said　we　were　near　her　father's　place。　I　heard　the　steps　of　the　other　two；　And　my　heart　stood　still　for　a　moment's　space。

Then　I　pleaded；　‘Give　me　a　good…night　kiss。'　I　have　learned；　but　I　did　not　know　in　time；　The　fruits　that　hang　on　the　tree　of　bliss　Are　not　for　cravens　who　will　not　climb。

We　met　all　four　by　the　farmyard　gate；　We　parted　laughing；　with　half　a　sigh；　And　home　we　went；　at　a　quicker　rate；　A　shorter　journey；　my　friend　and　I。

When　we　reached　the　house；　it　was　late　enough；　And　many　impertinent　things　were　said；　Of　time　and　distance；　and　such　dull　stuff；　But　we　said　little；　and　went　to　bed。

We　went　to　bed；　but　one　at　least　Went　not　to　sleep　till　the　black　turned　grey；　And　the　sun　rose　up；　and　th