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Poems-Volume 1-Part13_George Meredith(1818-1909)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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Conscious of that divinedebate, withheld



Its fierceemotion, in the luminous gloom

Of those so dark irradiating eyes!



Beneath whose wavering lustre shone revealed

The tumult of the purpling deeps, and all



The throbbing of the tempest, as it paused,

Slowly subsiding, seeming to await



The sudden signal, as a faithful hound

Pants with the forepaws stretched before its nose,



Athwart the greensward, after an eager chase;

Its hot tongue thrust to cool, its foamy jaws



Open to let the swift breath come and go,

Its quick interrogating eyes fixed keen



Upon the huntsman's countenance, and ever

Lashing its sharp impatient tail with haste:



Prompt at the slightest sign to scour away,

And hang itself afresh by the bleeding fangs,



Upon the neck of some death-singled stag,

Whose royal antlers, eyes, and stumbling knees



Will supplicate the Gods in mute despair.

This time not mute, nor yet in vain this time!



For still the burden of the earnest voice

And all the vivid glories it revoked



Sank in the God, with that absorbed suspense

Felt only by the Olympians, whose minds



Unbounded like our mortal brain, perceive

All things complete, the end, the aim of all;



To whom the crown and consequence of deeds

Are ever present with the deed itself.



And now the pouring surges, vast and smooth,

Grew weary of restraint, and heaved themselves



Headlong beneath him, breaking at his feet

With wild importunate cries and angry wail;



Like crowds that shout for bread and hunger more.

And now the surface of their rolling backs



Was ridged with foam-topt furrows, rising high

And dashing wildly, like to fiery steeds,



Fresh from the Thracian or Thessalian plains,

High-blooded mares just tempering to the bit,



Whose manes at full-speed stream upon the winds,

And in whose delicate nostrils when the gust



Breathes of their native plains, they ramp and rear,

Frothing the curb, and bounding from the earth,



As though the Sun-god's chariot alone

Were fit to follow in their flashing track.



Anon with gatheringstature to the height

Of those colossal giants, doomed long since



To torturous grief and penance, that assailed

The sky-throned courts of Zeus, and climbing, dared



For once in a world the Olympic wrath, and braved

The electric spirit which from his clenching hand



Pierces the dark-veined earth, and with a touch

Is death to mortals, fearfully they grew!



And with like purpose of audacity

Threatened Titanic fury to the God.



Such was the agitation of the sea

Beneath Poseidon's thought-revolving brows,



Storming for signal. But no signal came.

And as when men, who congregate to hear



Some proclamation from the regal fount,

With eager questioning and anxious phrase



Betray the expectation of their hearts,

Till after many hours of fretful sloth,



Weary with much delay, they hold discourse

In sullen groups and cloudy masses, stirred



With rage irresolute and whispering plot,

Known more by indication than by word,



And understood alone by those whose minds

Participate;--even so the restless waves



Began to lose all sense of servitude,

And worked with rebel passions, bursting, now






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