按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Rest in the bottom lay。
For if I should （said He）
Bestow this jewel also on My creature；
He would adore My gifts instead of Me；
And rest in Nature； not the God of Nature：
So both should losers be。
Yet let him keep the rest；
But keep them with repining restlessness；
Let him be rich and weary； that at least；
If goodness lead him not； yet weariness
May toss him to My breast。
George Herbert ＇1593…1633＇
ODE ON THE INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY
FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD
I
There was a time when meadow； grove； and stream；
The earth； and every common sight；
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light；
The glory and the freshness of a dream。
It is not now as it hath been of yore； …
Turn wheresoe'er I may；
By night or day；
The things which I have seen I now can see no more。
II
The Rainbow comes and goes；
And lovely is the Rose；
The Moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare；
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair；
The sunshine is a glorious birth；
But yet I know； where'er I go；
That there hath passed away a glory from the earth。
III
Now； while the Birds thus sing a joyous song；
And while the young Lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound；
To me alone there came a thought of grief：
A timely utterance gave that thought relief；
And I again am strong。
The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep：
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong；
I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng；
The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep；
And all the earth is gay；
Land and Sea
Give themselves up to jollity；
And with the heart of May
Doth every Beast keep holiday； …
Thou Child of Joy；
Shout round me； let me hear thy shouts； thou happy Shepherd…boy！
IV
Ye blessed Creatures； I have heard the call
Ye to each other make； I see
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee；
My heart is at your festival；
My head hath its coronal；
The fulness of your bliss； I feel … I feel it all。
O evil day！ if I were sullen
While Earth herself is adorning
This sweet May morning；
And the Children are culling
On every side；
In a thousand valleys far and wide；
Fresh flowers； while the sun shines warm；
And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm： …
I hear； I hear； with joy I hear！
… But there's a Tree； of many； one；
A single Field which I have looked upon；
Both of them speak of something that is gone：
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat：
Whither is fled the visionary gleam？
Where is it now； the glory and the dream？
V
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting：
The Soul that rises with us； our life's Star；
Hath had elsewhere its setting；
And cometh from afar：
Not in entire forgetfulness；
And not in utter nakedness；
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God； who is our home：
Heaven lies about us in our infancy！
Shades of the prison…house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy；
But he beholds the light； and whence it flows；
He sees it in his joy；
The Youth； who daily farther from the East
Must travel； still is Nature's Priest；
And by the vision spendid
Is on his way attended；
At length the Man perceives it die away；
And fade into the light of common day。
VI
Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own；
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind；
And even with something of a Mother's mind；
And no unworthy aim；
The homely Nurse doth all she can；
To make her Foster…child； her Inmate Man；
Forget the glories he hath known；
And that imperial palace whence he came。
VII
Behold the Child among his new…born blisses；
A six years' darling of a pigmy size！
See； where 'mid work of his own hand he lies；
Fretted by sallies of his Mother's kisses；
With light upon him from his Father's eyes！
See； at his feet； some little plan or chart；
Some fragment from his dream of human life；
Shaped by himself with newly…learned art；
A wedding or a festival；
A mourning or a funeral；
And this hath now his heart；
And unto this he frames his song：
Then will he fit his tongue
To dialogues of business； love； or strife：
But it will not be long
Ere this be thrown aside；
And with new joy and pride
The little Actor cons another part；
Filling from time to time his 〃humorous stage〃
With all the Persons； down to palsied Age；
That Life brings with her in her equipage；
As if his whole vocation
Were endless imitation。
VIII
Thou； whose exterior semblance doth belie
Thy Soul's immensity；
Thou best Philosopher； who yet dost keep
Thy heritage； thou Eye among the blind；
That； deaf and silent； read'st the eternal deep；
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind； …
Mighty Prophet！ Seer blest！
On whom those truths do rest；
Which we are toiling all our lives to find；
In darkness lost； the darkness of the grave：
Thou； over whom thy Immortality
Broods like the Day； a master o'er a Slave；
A Presence which is not to be put by；
Thou little Child； yet glorious in the might
Of heaven…born freedom on thy being's height；
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke；
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife？
Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight；
And Custom lie upon thee with a weight
Heavy as frost； and deep almost as life！
IX
O joy！ that in our embers
Is something that doth live；
That nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive！
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction： not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest …
Delight and liberty； the simple creed
Of Childhood； whether busy or at rest；
With new…fledged hope still fluttering in his breast： …
Not for these I raise
The song of thanks and praise；
But for those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things；
Fallings from us； vanishings；
Blank misgivings of a Creature
Moving about in worlds not realized；
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised：
But for those first affections；
Those shadowy recollections；
Which； be they what they may；
Are yet the fountain…light of all our day；
Are yet a master…light of all our seeing；
Uphold us； cherish； and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence： truths that wake；
To perish never；
Which neither listlessness； nor mad endeavor；
Nor Man nor Boy；
Nor all that is at enmity with joy；
Can utterly abolish or destroy！
Hence； in a season of calm weather；
Though inland far we be；
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither；
Can in a moment travel thither
And see the children sport upon the shore；
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore。
X
Then sing； ye Birds； sing； sing a joyous song！
And let the young Lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound！
We in thought will join your throng；
Ye that