Sir Roland

1.

• When to its end o’er-ripened July nears
• One lurid eve befell mine history—
• No rime empassioned of envenomed years
• Or the embattled earth—a song should be
• A painted and be-pictured argosy,
• And as a crew to guide her wandering days
• Sad love and change yea those that sisters be
• For they upon each other’s eyes do gaze
• And they do whisper in each other’s ears always.

2.

• As gently down the apple blossom dropped
• As is the muffled tread of misery,
• The creepers that no envious sickle cropt
• With flowers bemisted every plumy tree
• In Lethe’s valley by the silent sea,
• And then at times from out the wood advances
• A shadowy thing and where the billows flee
• Along the sand and ’mong their foamy glances
• A moment to and fro the elfin shadow dances.

3.

• Upon the hem of the unfruitful sand
• An old man passed with visage worn and wan
• And time had seamed his brow with many a band,
• A Templar cross of red was sewn upon
• His shoulders thin, his eyes but dimly shone
• And he at times at that thing or at this
• Of memory would smile, but had when done
• A pilgrim’s face—O lonely thy path is
• The way. His comrades are mainly ’mong the dead I wis.

4.

• He drew anigh to where upon the south
• Clothed in a wood of hazel and of lime
• ’Mong goblin fruitage gazed the haunted valley’s mouth.
• Weak voicéd he began an ancient rime—
• The long waves were a chorus with their chime—
• A song forlorn about a lady fair
• Who in the old forgotten barbarous time
• In iron Norway loved a dead corsair
• And till she faded would across the dim seas stare.

5.

• Sir Roland passed in singing that old stave
• Within the mouth of Lethe’s vale profound
• That gazed across the ever labouring wave,
• And there there seeméd breathing from the ground
• In all the dim and dolorous vale around
• Some soul forlorn of old unhappy love
• And from the waves now veiled with trees a sound
• Of sighs and from the vale and trees thereof
• And from the fruited creepers hanging from above.

6.

• And now within the valley’s mouth he came
• Upon his ears the sun by night appalled
• Sank slowly seaward rolled in horded flame;
• The fakéd fire within the valley crawled
• Along the giant fruits the owlets called
• A ghastly ever-growing company
• From where the steep some long dead man had walled,
• Soon all things else but these things sleeping be,
• The owls that hoot round cliff and wall and crumbling tree.

6.

• Anigh the valley’s head a fountain sprang
• Nearby a twisted fruit tree’s shadow dappled
• By bounteous eve begilded while it sang—
• Beneath the trees when autumn comes, o’er-appled
• Now flower-pale—upon the shadow dappled
• A huge knight lay whose calm eyes softly shed
• A far-off gaze as of some ghost unchapelled
• Of one who once in immemorial ages bled
• Yea as the far-off gaze of one for ages dead.

7.

• So far the joys and sorrows of the world
• Had fled from him who lay where eve’s red flake
• Of flame dancéd upon the fountain curled,
• And old he was, he to Sir Roland spake:
• “Old man, whence comest thou for what deeds
• Thus heavy armed, for gleamings clear of plated mail
• From ’mong the crimson of thy vestments break?
• O knight, for thou art such, what rumoured tale
• Of high emprizes leads thee unto Lethe’s vale?”

8.

• Then Roland spake: “Old knight, drawn unto thee
• I come upon no quest of high renown,
• Of late I rode upon a far journey
• But fain to ease mine horse I lighted down
• Thinking to go afoot along the brown
• Sea sand for he was weary with the way,
• But sudden from a bursting billow’s crown
• A sea snake glided and in wild dismay
• My good horse fled, wherefore within the valley grey

9.

• I seek thy help, o thou whom Mary keep.”
• Then rose the dreamer and while a drooping bough
• Of apple blossom light as fairy sleep
• Snowed o’er with crimson all the dreamer’s brow,
• And through the silence of the valley now
• Passed on these twain. The history of the vale
• Sir Roland longed for eagerly I trow
• Yet would not ask—but soon unbade this tale
• The clear-browed dreamer told within the hollow dale.

10.

• “I ruled of yore a land where warless castles
• Lay by their fields of grain and cattle folds
• —A feastful land—I ruled o’er joyous vassals
• Who gathered often in my castle hold
• Where sea tales on the winter eves were told
• By some swart rover who with his long vessels
• Measured the seas for merchandize or gold
• Where some spice isle upon the ocean nestles
• Or wind with polar water in the darkness wrestles.

11.

• I was most blest fore all mine were, the coy
• And wild lark liberty who hath her broods
• ’Mong barren hills and the swift blind eagle joy—
• And love who seeks alone dear solitudes
• To muse on her high kinsman grief—the woods
• And water saw the boundaries of my lands
• And knew them wide—yet by the fleecy floods
• All these I did renounce when homeward bands
• Of hunters left me lingering ’lone upon the sands.

12.

• Upon the surf-besiegéd shore I stood,
• I stood and gazed upon the leaping wave.
• The funeral pyre of day was red as blood,
• The white maned horses of the sea did rave
• Where the fire did descend himself to lave
• Forgetful of their ancient flood. Within
• And then I saw a plunging vessel drave
• Forth from the flame yea from the flame and din
• And soon her keel the surf-besieged shore did win.

13.

• And from her came a man like those of story
• A dateless weariness was in his eyes
• Unhuman sorrow and unhuman glory—
• A raven darkest minion of the skies
• Before him flew, and still before him flies,
• And he anigh me drew and from a lyre
• Within his [ ? ] hands I heard arise
• Sweet song but on my soul there came a fire
• That never shall till comes the end of days expire.

14.

• He sang of Ingiborg the fair dead maid
• Whose feet a-roving are in harvest plain
• Land of the Asphodels that never fade
• O land beyond the springs of the swift rain.
• He sang of how afar beyond the main
• In vine-hung vales where summer hath her home
• She will at times descend when evenings pale,
• Then ceased the song—I gazed, and saw the foam
• Smoking along the waves and heard their voices moan.

15.

• But no black vessel lay among the surf
• And no man with a raven by me was
• Nor by the neighbouring vale whose plumy turf
• Was heavy with the sheep-delighting grass
• Nor by the wood-hung river did he pace.
• Then musing I strode on mine homeward way;
• Above the castle in a drowsy mass
• The banner hung. The bees from toil of day
• Were resting in their hives below the walls’ old grey.

16.

• And sudden round me did I summon them,
• My dark sea-nurtured people every one,
• And chose a stalwart crew of firm-souled men
• And manned a vessel and when all was done
• Forth from the shadow of the shore sailed on
• From ’mong the mourning people, on we sailed
• Till of the noise of the land were none
• And last till fragrance of the harvest failed,
• The throbbing stars were o’er us and the sea fowl hailed

17.

• From wave to wave each other ’mong the foam,
• And on we sailed by land the seas enfold
• And shores where ceaseless summer hath her home
• And where the vine is, still the live sea rolled
• And the bell-tongued billows tolled and tolled and tolled
• Around a fleeting ship, and man by man
• My sea-worn sailors died and neath the mold
• Of far-off isles were laid where their lives’ span
• Of wide world wandering to a lonely finish ran.

18.

• Now here I dwelt upon the world’s wide face
• Those never more to be consoléd dwell
• Here Joy and Sorrow have no dwelling place
• Such as are echoes in some wave-worn shell
• Mere dream-winged sounds that can no story tell,
• My years shall flow in final pace I ween
• Till I shall leave in silence this lone dell
• And live within the wandering isle serene
• With fair-haired Ingiborg the dead Norwegian queen.”

19.

• He ceased—the echoes of the hollow vale
• Died slowly fondling the well-loved sound
• Of that dear name through all the dinful dale
• The flowers that among the branches wound
• Seemed singing o’er the dim becharméd ground
• With little voices sweet and numerous
• “With joy as deep we on our petals bound
• When thy dear name descending dwells with us
• As when the bees are on our petals luminous.”

20.

• As though in shadow of a willow tree
• Drowsed Cupid weary grown of love and scorn
• Till some name famous in his psaltery
• Came dreaming on the sleeping ear out-worn,
• And he went forth with torch and bow upborn
• So swiftly in the windless valley there
• The great fruits woke as in the song of morn
• All swinging swinging swinging in the air
• And in each gleamed a goblin fire wild and rare.

21.

• They stood—the valley lilies those that listen
• Forever with their ears upon the ground
• Did round their feet along the pathway glisten.
• Spake Roland, “Surely thou art he the sound
• Of whose great name has gone the wide world round,
• Olaf the hero Dane.” “Yea I am he,”
• The other spake. Now in a wood profound
• The twain had come to where did Roland see
• Among this dimness rise a cliff impassable.

21[a].

• And all the voiceful legions of the land
• Within the moonless windless night were still,
• All slept I think—all save alone the falling sand
• Of change who wrings from love her tokens ill
• All else—Nay nay I wish each mountain rill
• Was not unmindful of its weeping cry.
• Impassable the cliff wall seemed until
• They came the wood engirdled base anigh,
• And then appeared a stairway on its surface high.

22.

• Along the stair to where the cliff uprises
• High as the roving kestrel sails they passed—
• High as the kestrel whose fierce soul surmises
• And dreams of quarry musing in the breast
• That drives him ever onward fast and fast—
• A cave they found anear the cliff wall’s head—
• The stars their brethren were—The earth was past,
• Unto the listening stars the cavern shed
• A muffled tune of hidden streams uncomforted,

23.

• ’Twas there the hermit knight Sir Olaf bode.
• On either side a black stone figure bore
• Upon his shoulders wide the ponderous lode
• Of that wide dome which hung the cavern o’er
• Down through a chasm in the riven floor
• Belching above a stream did shrieking go,
• One crouching statue at the waters hoar
• Pointed for ever with his arm, as though
• He numbered all the drops of water in their flow.

24.

• The other’s eyes were fixéd on the sky
• The sleepless baleful eyeballs dark as night
• He watched how rose and set continually
• How ebbed and flowed the stars and planets bright
• Mirrored upon his eye in wandering light
• The stars a thousand ages rose and set

27.

• The weeping wind seemed ever singingly
• Unto the vale that heard insatiate
• To whisper some forlorn old history
• Of some once fair now star bebaffled fate.
• At last these words did grow articulate:
• “Sansloy my name is, joy I ever seek,
• O surely she doth somewhere hidden wait
• By mere or mountain or by shady creek—
• Hath thou seen joy?” and dying then the voice grew weak

28.

• And ceased. The swift-tongued colloquist
• The lonely sea sang forth these words anon:
• “O vale, o shore my waves have often kissed,
• Knowest thou me? Each wave-worn skeleton
• Knows well my name Sansfoy, and ever on
• Reaching the world for joy I rush and rush.
• Tell me, o thou whose days in silence run,
• Dost thou hold her from me, o valley lush?”
• Then sudden fell upon the land a bodeful hush

29.

• Till in the midmost of the elfin dale
• Began a honeyed voice with veiled singing,
• Then loud and swift till all the eager vale
• By cliff and wood and reedy pool was ringing.
• O spirit of the valley, song-soul flinging
• Thy voice of tears upon the shrinking earth,
• O nightingale most surely thou wert bringing
• This answer in thy song: “O sea wave curled
• O moth-like wings of wind, o wind with wings enfurled

30.

• And wherefore question me thou sea and wind?
• To muse on sorrow is my days’ employ,
• Twain whom in your searching no bands bind
• Ye know not that I am named Sansjoy
• The self-same as the long dead paynim boy
• Yet this alone of all things do I know
• That nothing’s holy saving only joy”—
• Died the song-soul’s singing down below
• And from the forms of stone there came an echo low.

罗兰爵士

一

• 熟透的七月临近末尾的时节，
• 一个绚丽的黄昏降临我故事——
• 诗韵的激情不会从苦难岁月
• 或战乱大地获得——一首歌应是
• 一艘涂着彩画又如画的船只；
• 充当它漫游日子导航的船员
• 是哀婉爱情和变故这对姊妹；
• 她们总是凝视着彼此的双眼
• 她们总是窃窃私语在彼此的耳边。

二

• 在寂静大海边上的忘川河谷，
• 一如苹果花轻柔地向下飘落，
• 一如被覆盖起来的悲惨小路，
• 藤蔓没有遭嫉妒的镰刀收割，
• 用花的薄雾笼罩着李树棵棵；
• 在似影之物不时从树林里面
• 冒出之时，在巨浪沿沙滩逃脱
• 之处，在点点浪沫的瞥视中间，
• 林妖的身影往来舞蹈了片刻时间。

三

• 在不毛不实的沙滩边缘上面，
• 有一个面容憔悴的老人走过；
• 时光给他的额头缀了许多线，
• 一枚圣殿红十字在上面缝合。
• 他肩膀瘦削，眼光只微微闪烁，
• 时不时因想起这事忆起那事
• 而微笑，但过后就又恢复本色，
• 一副朝圣者面孔——道路孤寂兮
• 且独行。我知道他的同伴大都已死。

四

• 他走近一处地方，在朝南方向
• 覆盖着一片榛树和柠檬树林，
• 闹鬼谷口在妖怪果实间张望。
• 声音微弱他开口把古诗唱吟——
• 长波轰鸣是相和的合唱乐音——
• 凄凉的歌声唱一位淑女窈窕
• 在那久已被遗忘的野蛮年份
• 在黑铁挪威爱一个已死海盗，
• 愿眺望茫茫大海直到她玉殒香消。

五

• Sir Roland passed in singing that old stave
• Within the mouth of Lethe’s vale profound
• That gazed across the ever labouring wave,
• And there there seeméd breathing from the ground
• In all the dim and dolorous vale around
• Some soul forlorn of old unhappy love
• And from the waves now veiled with trees a sound
• Of sighs and from the vale and trees thereof
• And from the fruited creepers hanging from above.

六

• 此刻他来到谷口的范围之内，
• 耳畔的太阳被夜色涂成白色，
• 裹挟着大片火焰向海中沉坠；
• 河谷中蜿蜒的火光沿着壮硕
• 果实逶迤；绝壁上古人加筑了
• 墙垣之处，雏枭们从那里呼叫
• 大群可怕地不断增多的同伙，
• 除了这些其他的一切将睡着——
• 绕着悬崖、残墙和朽木啼叫的鸱枭。

六

• Anigh the valley’s head a fountain sprang
• Nearby a twisted fruit tree’s shadow dappled
• By bounteous eve begilded while it sang—
• Beneath the trees when autumn comes, o’er-appled
• Now flower-pale—upon the shadow dappled
• A huge knight lay whose calm eyes softly shed
• A far-off gaze as of some ghost unchapelled
• Of one who once in immemorial ages bled
• Yea as the far-off gaze of one for ages dead.

七

• So far the joys and sorrows of the world
• Had fled from him who lay where eve’s red flake
• Of flame dancéd upon the fountain curled,
• And old he was, he to Sir Roland spake:
• “Old man, whence comest thou for what deeds
• Thus heavy armed, for gleamings clear of plated mail
• From ’mong the crimson of thy vestments break?
• O knight, for thou art such, what rumoured tale
• Of high emprizes leads thee unto Lethe’s vale?”

八

• 于是罗兰说：“老骑士，来到此处，
• 我找您并非为寻求崇高名誉。
• 最近我骑马走上漫长的路途，
• 但为了让马歇歇我跳下马去，
• 正想要沿着棕色的海滩徒步
• 前行，因为马已经实在走不动，
• 可突然一阵巨浪巅峰上冲出
• 一条海蛇来，我的马受惊发疯
• 跑掉了，因此来到这灰色河谷之中，

九

• 我寻求您的帮助，圣母保佑者。”
• 梦中人闻言起身，低垂的一枝
• 苹果花轻如仙子的睡梦似的
• 顿时泼洒了梦中人满头胭脂；
• 这时候透过河谷的悄然静寂，
• 这两人继续谈下去。爵士罗兰
• 急于了解河谷的历史，我估计，
• 尚未及问——这故事却迅速抢先，
• 额头清明的梦中人在这空谷所言。

十

• “从前我统治一方领土，城堡
• 无战事，与农田牛圈共处相依
• ——喜庆的领土——治下快乐的臣属
• 常常聚集在我的城堡寨墙里，
• 冬夜听某个皮肤黝黑的浪子
• 讲航海故事：他跟随长船队列
• 跨越大海去寻找商品或金子；
• 汪洋之上有香料之岛似鸟窠，
• 狂风与极地巨浪在黑暗之中肉搏。

十一

• 我最有福气，因为我拥有一切：
• 荒丘孵卵的羞怯野生云雀般
• 自由，迅捷无畏的鹰隼般快乐——
• 独自找寻难得僻静处以思念
• 高贵亲戚“忧伤”的爱情——亲见
• 我领土边界，知其宽广的森林
• 流水——但在白浪翻滚的洪水边，
• 这些我全都放弃，当时一群群
• 回家猎人把我独丢在沙滩上逡巡。

十二

• Upon the surf-besiegéd shore I stood,
• I stood and gazed upon the leaping wave.
• The funeral pyre of day was red as blood,
• The white maned horses of the sea did rave
• Where the fire did descend himself to lave
• Forgetful of their ancient flood. Within
• And then I saw a plunging vessel drave
• Forth from the flame yea from the flame and din
• And soon her keel the surf-besieged shore did win.

十三

• 从船上下来一人似传说中来，
• 他眼中满是绵绵无尽的倦意：
• 非人的愁郁和着非人的光采——
• 一只渡鸦，天空中最黑的东西，
• 在他前方飞，总是在他前方飞；
• 他朝我跟前走来，手中抱持着
• 一把竖琴，我听见响起了优美
• 乐曲，但我的灵魂燃起一团火，
• 直烧到世界的末日来临才会熄灭

十四

• 他唱茵姬菠那美丽已故少女，
• 她足迹踏遍那片丰收的平原，
• 那永不凋谢的水仙盛开之土，
• 啊，那远在急雨激流外的田园。
• 他唱远在汪洋大海的那一边，
• 在葡萄满藤、夏季安居的山谷，
• 天色昏黄时她会不时地降临。
• 然后停止了歌唱——我凝望，目睹
• 海浪起沫如烟雾，耳闻涛声似哀哭。

十五

• 可是没有黑船在拍岸惊涛中，
• 我眼前也没有伴随渡鸦之人
• 曾经在附近河谷——遍地似羊绒
• 铺满令羊群欢喜的厚厚绿茵，
• 或者在垂柳丛生的河边游吟。
• 边沉思我边大步踏上回家路；
• 城堡上无精打采悬挂着旗旌。
• 蜜蜂们辛劳忙碌了一天之后，
• 正在灰色的老墙下蜂巢之中暂休。

十六

• 突然间我召集他们到我身边，
• 大海养育的每个黝黑的人手，
• 挑选了一群意志坚定的壮汉，
• 装备了一艘船，万事俱备之后，
• 我们从海岸的阴影之中驶出，
• 离开哀戚的人群扬帆去航行，
• 直到陆地的嘈杂声丝毫不留，
• 直到丰收的谷物香无踪无影，
• 跳动的星星在头顶，海鸟欢叫啼鸣。

十七

• 从浪尖到浪尖，出没浪花之间，
• 我们航行过汪洋包围的陆地
• 和无尽长夏所居、葡萄藤蜿蜒
• 所在的海岸；大海翻腾不息，
• 巨浪似洪钟敲击敲击再敲击，
• 环绕飘摇的船只；一人接一人，
• 受大海折磨的水手死去，葬在
• 遥远海岛的口岸，在那里他们
• 周游世界的人生归于寂寞的终尽。

十八

• 现在我住在世界宽阔的表面，
• 永不再得到安慰者所居之地，
• 在此处欢乐和忧愁没有家园，
• 不像回声住在浪淘的螺壳里——
• 只是不会讲故事的翩翩梦呓；
• 我相信我的岁月将流到干涸，
• 直到我默默离开这寂寞谷地，
• 到那宁静的漫游之岛上生活，
• 陪伴那已故挪威女王秀发茵姬菠。”

十九

• 他说完——空旷河谷的阵阵回音
• 把心爱之名那可爱读音爱抚，
• 回荡在整个幽谷中，渐渐退隐；
• 树枝间缭绕纠缠的繁花簇簇
• 在中魔的朦胧地面之上仿佛
• 用无数细小的甜美嗓音歌唱：
• “你心爱之名降临与我们同住，
• 我们把深深快乐聚在花瓣上，
• 如蜜蜂在我们明艳花瓣之上临降。”

二十

• 犹如在一棵柳树的阴影里面，
• 倦于爱情与轻蔑，睡着小爱神，
• 直到有盛名传扬自他的诗篇，
• 前来在磨损的熟睡耳边造梦，
• 于是他抄起弓矢把火炬高擎，
• 迅速前往无风的河谷那一带，
• 硕大的果实如在晨曲中觉醒，
• 全都在空气中摇摆摇摆摇摆，
• 每一颗里面都闪着鬼火又野又怪。

二十一

• 他们站起来——那些永远把耳朵
• 贴在地面上聆听的幽谷铃兰
• 在路旁围绕他们的脚边闪烁。
• 罗兰说：“您肯定就是那位好汉，
• 他的大名已经在全世界传遍，
• 丹麦英雄欧拉夫。”“不错，我正是，”
• 另一位说道。此刻在深邃林间，
• 二人来到一处，罗兰在幽暗里
• 看见了一堵不可逾越的绝壁升起。

二十一〔甲〕

• 这块土地上一切有声的群族
• 在无月无风的夜里归于寂寥，
• 都睡了，我想——除了无常的沙漏
• 仍自爱情中挤出不祥的征兆，
• 别的一切——不不，我希望每一道
• 山溪都不会不在意放声哭泣。
• 那绝壁看来似不可逾越，直到
• 他们走近那林木环绕的崖底，
• 眼前才现出直通绝壁高处的梯级。

二十二

• 沿着那通往绝壁之巅的梯级
• 他们爬到如鹞鹰翱翔的高处——
• 高处的鹞鹰凶猛的灵魂构思
• 梦想在胸中酝酿已久的猎捕，
• 驱使它越来越快地俯冲猛扑——
• 在接近崖顶处发现一个洞穴——
• 群星与他们为伴——大地已远去，
• 那洞穴向着倾听的群星倾泻
• 不满的隐蔽溪流的一曲沉闷音乐。

二十三

• 隐逸骑士欧拉夫就住在此处。
• 两边各有一尊黑石像，用厚实
• 肩膀扛着沉重的巨石，支撑住
• 那悬在洞穴上方的宽阔顶盖；
• 通过洞顶上裂开的一道缝隙，
• 一股流泉汩汩地喷涌而下注；
• 一尊跪伏的雕像永远用手臂
• 指向须发灰白的水瀑，就仿佛
• 他在计数着飞流直下的颗颗水珠。

二十四

• 另一位目不转睛注视着天际，
• 不眠的愁苦眼眸黑暗如夜色。
• 他静观恒星和行星璀璨熠熠
• 漫游的光亮在眼中闪闪映射，
• 不断地升升降降如潮起潮落。
• 群星一千个世纪中升升降降

二十七

• 哭泣的风儿仿佛永远在唱歌，
• 向着那总也听不厌足的河谷
• 低声讲述久已被遗忘的传说，
• 那曾经美丽如今不幸的命途。
• 最后如下这些话渐渐变清楚：
• “我名叫无法，我永远寻找快乐，
• 哦，她肯定在某个隐秘处等候，
• 海边山麓或树荫浓密的湖泊——
• 您可曾见过快乐？”然后风声渐衰弱

二十八

• 而静止。快嘴快舌的接话茬者
• 那寂寞大海接着唱出这些话：
• “我的浪涛常吻的河谷岸滩哟，
• 你认识我吗？每具浪淘的骨架
• 都熟知我的名字无信；我冲啊
• 冲啊，总是想到达尘世寻快乐。
• 告诉我，默默过着日子的你呀，
• 葱郁的谷地，你把她藏起来了？”
• 然后地上骤降下一片不祥的静默，

二十九

• 直到在充满精灵的幽谷深处
• 响起了朦胧歌唱的甜蜜声音，
• 越来越洪亮而急促，漫山遍谷
• 崖畔林间苇塘边都急切回应。
• 你啊，山谷的精灵，歌曲的魂灵，
• 把带泪啼鸣投向萎缩的地上，
• 夜莺啊，你用你的歌无疑确定
• 传达着如此回答：“翻卷的海浪、
• 翅膀收起的风哟、风的飞蛾般翅膀，

三十

• 海和风你们到底为何打听我？
• 沉思烦恼乃是我日常的工作。
• 不受约束而任意搜寻的二者，
• 你们不知道我其实名叫无乐，
• 名同那逝去已久的异教小伙，
• 但万事万物中我只懂得此理：
• 除了快乐没有什么是神圣者”——
• 歌曲灵魂的歌唱在下方沉寂，
• 从石刻雕像那里传来了回音低低。

28.

• Low hums the wind and as the smoky rings
• Fall ring on ring from kindling watch-fires heart
• And light wherewith dumb nature speaks and sings
• Pours forth—so humming from the wind’s soul start
• Sound rings on rings and withering depart
• Unto the cavern high with fluttering flight
• The word arose—yea speech is nature’s spoken light

29.

• “Sansloy my name is and all chains I hurl
• Afar for fain would I free-pinioned seek
• Joy’s footing on the sea or where the merle
• Goes through the shadowy woods with flutings weak,
• And I have asked all things that shine or speak,
• The glow worms and the old owls in their trees,
• Where dwelleth Joy by mere or mountain peak
• Or sea but