Up the verdurous colonnades,
Round the fluttered curves, and down,

Out of sight of Earth's blue crown,
Whither, in her central space,

Spouts the Fount and Lure o' the chase.
Fount unresting, Lure divine!

There meet all: too late look most.
Fire in water hued as wine,

Springs amid a shadowy host,
Circled: one close-headed mob,

Breathless, scanning divers heaps,
Where a Heart begins to throb,

Where it ceases, slow, with leaps.
And 'tis very strange, 'tis said,

How you spy in each of them
Semblance of that Dragon red,

As the oak in bracken-stem.
And, 'tis said, how each and each:

Which commences, which subsides:
First my Dragon! doth beseech

Her who food for all provides.
And she answers with no sign;

Utters neither yea nor nay;
Fires the water hued as wine;

Kneads another spark in clay.
Terror is about her hid;

Silence of the thunders locked;
Lightnings lining the shut lid;

Fixity on quaking rocked.
Lo, you look at Flow and Drought

Interflashed and interwrought:
Ended is begun, begun

Ended, quick as torrents run.
Young Impulsion spouts to sink;

Luridness and lustre link;
'Tis your come and go of breath;

Mirrored pants the Life, the Death;
Each of either reaped and sown:

Rosiest rosy wanes to crone.
See you so? your senses drift;

'Tis a shuttle weaving swift.
Look with spirit past the sense,

Spirit shines in permanence.
That is She, the view of whom

Is the dust within the tomb,
Is the inner blush above,

Look to loathe, or look to love;
Think her Lump, or know her Flame;

Dread her scourge, or read her aim;
Shoot your hungers from their nerve;

Or, in her example, serve.
Some have found her sitting grave;

Laughing, some; or, browed with sweat,
Hurling dust of fool and knave

In a hissing smithy's jet.
More it were not well to speak;

Burn to see, you need but seek.
Once beheld she gives the key

Airing every doorway, she.
Little can you stop or steer

Ere of her you are the seer.
On the surface she will witch,

Rendering Beauty yours, but gaze
Under, and the soul is rich

Past computing, past amaze.
Then is courage that endures

Even her awful tremble yours.
Then, the reflex of that Fount

Spied below, will Reason mount
Lordly and a quenchless force,

Lighting Pain to its mad source,
Scaring Fear till Fear escapes,

Shot through all its phantom shapes.
Then your spirit will perceive

Fleshly seed of fleshly sins;
Where the passions interweave,

How the serpenttangle spins
Of the sense of Earth misprised,

Brainlessly unrecognized;
She being Spirit in her clods,

Footway to the God of Gods.
Then for you are pleasures pure,

Sureties as the stars are sure:
Not the wanton beckoning flags

Which, of flattery and delight,
Wax to the grim Habit-Hags

Riding souls of men to night:
Pleasures that through blood run sane,

Quickening spirit from the brain.
Each of each in sequent birth,

Blood and brain and spirit, three,
(Say the deepest gnomes of Earth),

Join for true felicity.
Are they parted, then expect

Some one sailing will be wrecked:
Separate hunting are they sped,

Scan the morsel coveted.
Earth that Triad is: she hides

Joy from him who that divides;
Showers it when the three are one

Glassing her in union.
Earth your haven, Earth your helm,

You command a double realm;
Labouring here to pay your debt,

Till your little sun shall set;
Leaving her the future task:

Loving her too well to ask.
Eglantine that climbs the yew,

She her darkest wreathes for those
Knowing her the Ever-new,

And themselves the kin o' the rose.
Life, the chisel, axe and sword,

Wield who have her depths explored:
Life, the dream, shall be their robe

Large as air about the globe;
Life, the question, hear its cry

Echoed with concordant Why;
Life, the small self-dragon ramped,

Thrill for service to be stamped.
Ay, and over every height

Life for them shall wave a wand:
That, the last, where sits affright,

Homely shows the stream beyond.
Love the light and be its lynx,

You will track her and attain;
Read her as no cruel Sphinx

In the woods of Westermain,
Daily fresh the woods are ranged;

Glooms which otherwhere appal,
Sounded: here, their worths exchanged

Urban joins with pastoral:
Little lost, save what may drop

Husk-like, and the mind preserves.
Natural overgrowths they lop,

Yet from nature neither swerves,
Trained or savage: for this cause:

Of our Earth they ply the laws,
Have in Earth their feeding root,

Mind of man and bent of brute.
Hear that song; both wild and ruled.

Hear it: is it wail or mirth?
Ordered, bubbled, quite unschooled?

None, and all: it springs of Earth.
O but hear it! 'tis the mind;

Mind that with deep Earth unites,
Round the solid trunk to wind

Rings of clasping parasites.
Music have you there to feed

Simplest and most soaring need.
Free to wind, and in desire

Winding, they to her attached
Feel the trunk a spring of fire,

And ascend to heights unmatched,
Whence the tidal world is viewed

As a sea of windy wheat,
Momently black, barren, rude;

Golden-brown, for harvest meet,
Dragon-reaped from folly-sown;

Bride-like to the sickle-blade:
Quick it varies, while the moan,

Moan of a sad creature strayed,
Chiefly is its voice. So flesh

Conjures tempest-flails to thresh
Good from worthless. Some clear lamps

Light it; more of dead marsh-damps.
Monster is it still, and blind,

Fit but to be led by Pain.
Glance we at the paths behind,

Fruitful sight has Westermain.
There we laboured, and in turn

Forward our blown lamps discern,
As you see on the dark deep

Far the loftier billows leap,
Foam for beacon bear.

Hither, hither, if you will,
Drink instruction, or instil,

Run the woods like vernal sap,
Crying, hail to luminousness!

But have care.
In yourself may lurk the trap:

On conditions they caress.
Here you meet the light invoked

Here is never secret cloaked.
Doubt you with the monster's fry

All his orbit may exclude;
Are you of the stiff, the dry,

Cursing the not understood;
Grasp you with the monster's claws;

Govern with his truncheon-saws;
Hate, the shadow of a grain;

You are lost in Westermain:
Earthward swoops a vulture sun,

Nighted upon carrion:
Straightway venom wine-cups shout

Toasts to One whose eyes are out:
Flowers along the reeling floor

Drip henbane and hellebore:
Beauty, of her tresses shorn,

Shrieks as nature's maniac:
Hideousness on hoof and horn

Tumbles, yapping in her track:

• dragon [´drægən] n.龙 (初中英语单词)
• beheld [bi´held] behold的过去式(分词) (初中英语单词)
• doorway [´dɔ:wei] n.门口 (初中英语单词)
• stream [stri:m] n.河 vi.流出；飘扬 (初中英语单词)
• savage [´sævidʒ] a.野蛮的 n.蛮人 (初中英语单词)
• ascend [ə´send] v.登；上升；追溯 (初中英语单词)
• barren [´bærən] a.贫瘠的；不生育的 (初中英语单词)
• harvest [´hɑ:vist] n.&v.收获；收割 (初中英语单词)
• hither [´hiðə] ad.到此处 (初中英语单词)
• instruction [in´strʌkʃən] n.教育；训练；指导 (初中英语单词)
• shadowy [´ʃædəui] a.有阴影的；模糊的 (高中英语单词)
• lining [´lainiŋ] n.衬里；衬料 (高中英语单词)
• scourge [skə:dʒ] v.&n.鞭(打)；严惩 (高中英语单词)
• serpent [´sə:pənt] n.大毒蛇；阴险的人 (高中英语单词)
• tangle [´tæŋgəl] n.&vt.(使)缠结；纠纷 (高中英语单词)
• worthless [´wə:θləs] a.无价值的 (高中英语单词)
• loathe [ləuð] vt.厌恶，嫌恶 (英语四级单词)
• wanton [´wɔntən, ´wɑ:n-] a.顽皮的 n.&vi.荡妇 (英语四级单词)
• flattery [´flætəri] n.奉承；谄媚的举动 (英语四级单词)
• morsel [´mɔ:səl] n.佳肴 vt.少量地分配 (英语四级单词)
• chisel [´tʃizəl] n.凿子 v.凿；欺骗；干涉 (英语四级单词)
• divers [´daivə(:)z] a.&pron.若干个 (英语六级单词)
• phantom [´fæntəm] n.幽灵；幻影 a.幻想的 (英语六级单词)
• hunting [´hʌntiŋ] n.打猎 (英语六级单词)
• beacon [´bi:kən] n.灯塔；信标 v.照亮 (英语六级单词)