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ИЗМЕНЧИВОСТЬ [97]
Восходит ввысь мелодией могучей
Распад вселенский и на спад идет
Неспешной чередой ужасных нот,
Гармонией скрежещущих созвучий;
Кто слышит их, — тот презирает случай,
Бежит нечистых выгод и хлопот.
Бессмертна правда; но она живет
В обличьях дня, в их смене неминучей.
Так иней, выбеливший утром луг,
Растает; так седая башня вдруг
От возгласа случайного качнется
И, словно слепленная из песка,
Обрушится, — когда ее коснется
Невидимая Времени рука.
INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned —
Albeit labouring for a scanty band
Of white-robed Scholars only — this immense
And glorious Work of fine intelligence!
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore
Of nicely-calculated less or more;
So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense
These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof
Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells,
Where light and shade repose, where music dwells
Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die;
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.
В КАПЕЛЛЕ КОРОЛЕВСКОГО КОЛЛЕДЖА В КЕМБРИДЖЕ [98]
Не упрекай святых за мотовство,
Ни зодчего, что создал небывалый
Великолепный храм — для горстки малой
Ученых прихожан, — вложив в него
Все, без остатка — мысль и мастерство!
Будь щедрым; чужд взыскательным высотам
Труд, отягченный мелочным расчетом;
Так думал он, вознесший волшебство
Резных колонн и арок невесомых,
Где радуги дрожат в цветных проемах,
Где в полумраке музыка парит,
Блуждая в сотах каменного свода, —
Как мысли, коих сладость и свобода
Нам о бессмертье духа говорит.
From "THE POETICAL WORKS"
Из книги "ПОЭТИЧЕСКИЕ ПРОИЗВЕДЕНИЯ"
LAMENT OF MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS, ON THE EVE OF A NEW YEAR
I
Smile of the Moon! — for so I name
That silent greeting from above;
A gentle flash of light that came
From her whom drooping captives love;
Or art thou of still higher birth?
Thou that didst part the clouds of earth,
My torpor to reprove!
II
Bright boon of pitying Heaven! — alas,
I may not trust thy placid cheer!
Pondering that Time to-night will pass
The threshold of another year;
For years to me are sad and dull;
My very moments are too full
Of hopelessness and fear.
III
And yet, the soul-awakening gleam,
That struck perchance the farthest cone
Of Scotland's rocky wilds, did seem
To visit me, and me alone;
Me, unapproached by any friend,
Save those who to my sorrows lend
Tears due unto their own.
IV
To-night the church-tower bells will ring
Through these wild realms a festive peal;
To the new year a welcoming;
A tuneful offering for the weal
Of happy millions lulled in sleep;
While I am forced to watch and weep,
By wounds that may not heal.
V
Born all too high, by wedlock raised
Still higher — to be cast thus low!
Would that mine eyes had never gazed
On aught of more ambitious show
Than the sweet flowerets of the fields
— It is my royal state that yields
This bitterness of woe.
VI
Yet how? — for I, if there be truth
In the world's voice, was passing fair;
And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its time;
And blanch, without the owner's crime,
The most resplendent hair.
VII
Unblest distinction! showered on me
To bind a lingering life in chains:
All that could quit my grasp, or flee,
Is gone; — but not the subtle stains
Fixed in the spirit; for even here
Can I be proud that jealous fear,
Of what I was remains.
VIII
A Woman rules my prison's key;
A sister Queen, against the bent
Of law and holiest sympathy,
Detains me, doubtful of the event;
Great God, who feel'st for my distress,
My thoughts are all that I possess,
О keep them innocent!
IX
Farewell desire of human aid,
Which abject mortals vainly court!
By friends deceived, by foes betrayed,
Of fears the prey, of hopes the sport;
Nought but the world-redeeming Cross
Is able to supply my loss,
My burthen to support.
X
Hark! the death-note of the year
Sounded by the castle-clock!
From her sunk eyes a stagnant tear
Stole forth, unsettled by the shock;
But oft the woods renewed their green,
Ere the tired head of Scotland's Queen
Reposed upon the block!
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