Well knows the fair and friendly moon The band that Marion leads The glitter of their rifles, The scampering of their steeds. Back to the pathless forest, Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs, Their hearts are all with Marion, With smiles like those of summer, For them we wear these trusty arms, Till we have driven the Briton, For ever, from our shore. THE ARCTIC LOVER GONE is the long, long winter night; How glorious, through his depths of light, The willows, waked from winter's death, Give out a fragrance like thy breath— Ay, 'tis the long bright summer day: The loosened ice-ridge breaks away— 40 50 60 ΤΟ Seaward the glittering mountain rides, See, love, my boat is moored for thee, The petrel does not skim the sea We'll go, where, on the rocky isles, Her eggs the screaming sea-fowl piles Or, bide thou where the poppy blows, Fierce though he be, and huge of frame, When crimson sky and flamy cloud The white fox by thy couch shall play; The meteors of a mimic day Shall flash upon thine eyes. And I-for such thy vow-meanwhile 20 30 40 THE JOURNEY OF LIFE BENEATH the waning moon I walk at night, The trampled earth returns a sound of fear- And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, ΙΟ 18 TRANSLATIONS VERSION OF A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES THE night winds howled-the billows dashed As Danaë to her broken heart 'My little child'—in tears she said— To wake and weep is mine, But thou canst sleep-thou dost not know 'The moon is up, the moonbeams smile- But dark, within my floating cell, 'Thy folded mantle wraps thee warm, Thou dost not hear the shrieking gust, 'As o'er thy sweet unconscious face I think, didst thou but know thy fate, 'Yet, dear one, sleep, and sleep, ye winds When shall these eyes, my babe, be sealed ΤΟ 20 FROM THE SPANISH OF VILLEGAS 'Tis sweet, in the green Spring, To gaze upon the wakening fields around; Winds whisper, waters prattle from the ground; Breathed up from blossoms of a thousand dyes. Shadowy, and close, and cool, The pine and poplar keep their quiet nook; Shines, at their feet, the thirst-inviting brook; Spread for a place of banquets and of dreams. Thou, who alone art fair, And whom alone I love, art far away. Unless thy smile be there, It makes me sad to see the earth so gay; I care not if the train Of leaves, and flowers, and zephyrs go again. MARY MAGDALEN FROM THE SPANISH OF BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA BLESSED, yet sinful one, and broken-hearted! Thou weepest days of innocence departed; The greatest of thy follies is forgiven, Even for the least of all the tears that shine On that pale cheek of thine. ΙΟ 18 Thou didst kneel down, to Him who came from heaven, Evil and ignorant, and thou shalt rise Holy, and pure, and wise. II |