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The Merry Men-Part23_ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON(1850-1894)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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the trees and the many falling torrents in the mountains filled the

air with delicate and haunting music. Yet I was prostrated with



sadness. My heart wept for the sight of Olalla, as a child weeps

for its mother. I sat down on a boulder on the verge of the low



cliffs that bound the plateau to the north. Thence I looked down

into the woodedvalley of a stream, where no foot came. In the



mood I was in, it was even touching to behold the place untenanted;

it lacked Olalla; and I thought of the delight and glory of a life



passed wholly with her in that strong air, and among these rugged

and lovely surroundings, at first with a whimpering sentiment, and



then again with such a fiery joy that I seemed to grow in strength

and stature, like a Samson.



And then suddenly I was aware of Olalla drawing near. She appeared

out of a grove of cork-trees, and came straight towards me; and I



stood up and waited. She seemed in her walking a creature of such

life and fire and lightness as amazed me; yet she came quietly and



slowly. Her energy was in the slowness; but for inimitable

strength, I felt she would have run, she would have flown to me.



Still, as she approached, she kept her eyes lowered to the ground;

and when she had drawn quite near, it was without one glance that



she addressed me. At the first note of her voice I started. It

was for this I had been waiting; this was the last test of my love.



And lo, her enunciation was precise and clear, not lisping and

incomplete like that of her family; and the voice, though deeper



than usual with women, was still both youthful and womanly. She

spoke in a rich chord; golden contralto strains mingled with



hoarseness, as the red threads were mingled with the brown among

her tresses. It was not only a voice that spoke to my heart



directly; but it spoke to me of her. And yet her words immediately

plunged me back upon despair.



'You will go away,' she said, 'to-day.'

Her example broke the bonds of my speech; I felt as lightened of a



weight, or as if a spell had been dissolved. I know not in what

words I answered; but, standing before her on the cliffs, I poured



out the whole ardour of my love, telling her that I lived upon the

thought of her, slept only to dream of her loveliness, and would



gladly forswear my country, my language, and my friends, to live

for ever by her side. And then, strongly commanding myself, I



changed the note; I reassured, I comforted her; I told her I had

divined in her a pious and heroic spirit, with which I was worthy



to sympathise, and which I longed to share and lighten. 'Nature,'

I told her, 'was the voice of God, which men disobey at peril; and



if we were thus humbly drawn together, ay, even as by a miracle of

love, it must imply a divinefitness in our souls; we must be



made,' I said - 'made for one another. We should be mad rebels,' I

cried out - 'mad rebels against God, not to obey this instinct.'



She shook her head. 'You will go to-day,' she repeated, and then

with a gesture, and in a sudden, sharp note - 'no, not to-day,' she



cried, 'to-morrow!'

But at this sign of relenting, power came in upon me in a tide. I



stretched out my arms and called upon her name; and she leaped to

me and clung to me. The hills rocked about us, the earth quailed;



a shock as of a blow went through me and left me blind and dizzy.

And the next moment she had thrust me back, broken rudely from my



arms, and fled with the speed of a deer among the cork-trees.

I stood and shouted to the mountains; I turned and went back



towards the residencia, waltzing upon air. She sent me away, and

yet I had but to call upon her name and she came to me. These were



but the weaknesses of girls, from which even she, the strangest of

her sex, was not exempted. Go? Not I, Olalla - O, not I, Olalla,



my Olalla! A bird sang near by; and in that season, birds were

rare. It bade me be of good cheer. And once more the whole



countenance of nature, from the ponderous and stable mountains down

to the lightest leaf and the smallest darting fly in the shadow of






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