And fields of gray-flowered grass,
Where by the yellow summer moon

My Jenny seemed to pass.
I dreamed the yellow summer moon,

Behind a cedar wood,
Lay white on fields of rippling grass

Where I and Jenny stood.
I dreamed - but fallen through my dream,

In a rainy land I lie
Where wan wet morning crowns the hills

Of grim reality.
II.

I am as one that keeps awake
All night in the month of June,

That lies awake in bed to watch
The trees and great white moon.

For memories of love are more
Than the white moon there above,

And dearer than quiet moonshine
Are the thoughts of her I love.

III.
Last night I lingered long without

My last of loves to see.
Alas! the moon-white window-panes

Stared blindly back on me.
To-day I hold her very hand,

Her very waist embrace -
Like clouds across a pool, I read

Her thoughts upon her face.
And yet, as now, through her clear eyes

I seek the inner shrine -
I stoop to read her virgin heart

In doubt if it be mine -
O looking long and fondly thus,

What vision should I see?
No vision, but my own white face

That grins and mimics me.
IV.

Once more upon the same old seat
In the same sunshiny weather,

The elm-trees' shadows at their feet
And foliage move together.

The shadows shift upon the grass,
The dial point creeps on;

The clear sun shines, the loiterers pass,
As then they passed and shone.

But now deep sleep is on my heart,
Deep sleep and perfect rest.

Hope's flutterings now disturb no more
The quiet of my breast.

ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER
AS swallows turning backward

When half-way o'er the sea,
At one word's trumpet summons

They came again to me -
The hopes I had forgotten

Came back again to me.
I know not which to credit,

O lady of my heart!
Your eyes that bade me linger,

Your words that bade us part -
I know not which to credit,

My reason or my heart.
But be my hopes rewarded,

Or be they but in vain,
I have dreamed a golden vision,

I have gathered in the grain -
I have dreamed a golden vision,

I have not lived in vain.
DEDICATION

MY first gift and my last, to you
I dedicate this fascicle of songs -

The only wealth I have:
Just as they are, to you.

I speak the truth in soberness, and say
I had rather bring a light to your clear eyes,

Had rather hear you praise
This bosomful of songs

Than that the whole, hard world with one consent,
In one continuouschorus of applause

Poured forth for me and mine
The homage of ripe praise.

I write the finis here against my love,
This is my love's last epitaph and tomb.

Here the road forks, and I
Go my way, far from yours.

THE OLD CHIMAERAS, OLD RECEIPTS
THE old Chimaeras, old receipts

For making "happy land,"
The old political beliefs

Swam close before my hand.
The grand old communistic myths

In a middle state of grace,
Quite dead, but not yet gone to Hell,

And walking for a space,
Quite dead, and looking it, and yet

All eagerness to show
The Social-Contract forgeries

By Chatterton - Rousseau -
A hundred such as these I tried,

And hundreds after that,
I fitted Social Theories

As one would fit a hat!
Full many a marsh-fire lured me on,

I reached at many a star,
I reached and grasped them and behold -

The stump of a cigar!
All through the sultry sweltering day

The sweat ran down my brow,
The still plains heard my distant strokes

That have been silenced now.
This way and that, now up, now down,

I hailed full many a blow.
Alas! beneath my weary arm

The thicket seemed to grow.
I take the lesson, wipe my brow

And throw my axe aside,
And, sorely wearied, I go home

In the tranquil eventide.
And soon the rising moon, that lights

The eve of my defeat,
Shall see me sitting as of yore

By my old master's feet.
PRELUDE

BY sunny market-place and street
Wherever I go my drum I beat,

And wherever I go in my coat of red
The ribbons flutter about my head.

I seek recruits for wars to come -
For slaughterless wars I beat the drum,

And the shilling I give to each new ally
Is hope to live and courage to die.

I know that new recruits shall come
Wherever I beat the sounding drum,

Till the roar of the march by country and town
Shall shake the tottering Dagons down.

For I was objectless as they
And loitering idly day by day;

But whenever I heard the recruiters come,
I left my all to follow the drum.

THE VANQUISHED KNIGHT
I HAVE left all upon the shameful field,

Honour and Hope, my God, and all but life;
Spurless, with sword reversed and dinted shield,

Degraded and disgraced, I leave the strife.
From him that hath not, shall there not be taken

E'en that he hath, when he deserts the strife?
Life left by all life's benefits forsaken,

O keep the promise, Lord, and take the life.
TO THE COMMISSIONERS OF NORTHERN LIGHTS

I SEND to you, commissioners,
A paper that may please ye, sirs

(For troth they say it might be worse
An' I believe't)

And on your business lay my curse
Before I leav't.

I thocht I'd serve wi' you, sirs, yince,
But I've thocht better of it since;

The maitter I will nowise mince,
But tell ye true:

I'll service wi' some ither prince,
An' no wi' you.

I've no been very deep, ye'll think,
Cam' delicately to the brink

An' when the water gart me shrink
Straucht took the rue,

An' didna stoop my fill to drink -
I own it true.

I kent on cape and isle, a light
Burnt fair an' clearly ilka night;

But at the service I took fright,
As sune's I saw,

An' being still a neophite
Gaed straucht awa'.

Anither course I now begin,
The weeg I'll cairry for my sin,

The court my voice shall echo in,
An' - wha can tell? -

Some ither day I may be yin
O' you mysel'.

THE RELIC TAKEN, WHAT AVAILS THE SHRINE?
THE relic taken, what avails the shrine?

The locket, pictureless? O heart of mine,
Art thou not worse than that,

Still warm, a vacant nest where love once sat?
Her image nestled closer at my heart

Than cherished memories, healed every smart
And warmed it more than wine

Or the full summer sun in noon-day shine.
This was the little weather gleam that lit

The cloudy promontories - the real charm was
That gilded hills and woods

And walked beside me thro' the solitudes.
The sun is set. My heart is widowed now

Of that companion-thought. Alone I plough
The seas of life, and trace

A separate furrow far from her and grace.
ABOUT THE SHELTERED GARDEN GROUND

ABOUT the sheltered garden ground
The trees stand strangely still.

The vale ne'er seemed so deep before,

• embrace [im´breis] vt.&n.拥抱；采纳；信奉 (初中英语单词)
• vision [´viʒən] n.视觉；想象力；幻影 (初中英语单词)
• disturb [di´stə:b] vt.扰乱；使不安；打乱 (初中英语单词)
• wealth [welθ] n.财富，财产 (初中英语单词)
• continuous [kən´tinjuəs] a.连续不断的；延长的 (初中英语单词)
• chorus [´kɔ:rəs] n.合唱；齐声 v.合唱 (初中英语单词)
• wherever [weər´evə] conj.无论在哪里 (初中英语单词)
• flutter [´flʌtə] vi.飘扬；摆 n.拍动 (初中英语单词)
• whenever [wen´evə] conj.&ad.无论何时 (初中英语单词)
• vacant [´veikənt] a.空虚的，无表情的 (初中英语单词)
• strangely [´streindʒli] ad.奇怪地；陌生地 (初中英语单词)
• shrine [ʃrain] n.神龛；神殿；圣地 (高中英语单词)
• virgin [´və:dʒin] a.处女(般)的 n.处女 (高中英语单词)
• foliage [´fəuli-idʒ] n.叶子，簇叶 (高中英语单词)
• half-way [´hɑ:fwei] ad.半途；几乎 (高中英语单词)
• trumpet [´trʌmpit] n.喇叭；小号 (高中英语单词)
• dedicate [´dedikeit] vt.献给；献身于 (高中英语单词)
• homage [´hɔmidʒ] n.敬意，尊敬 (高中英语单词)
• eagerness [´i:gənis] n.渴望；热忱 (高中英语单词)
• thicket [´θikit] n.灌木丛；密集的东西 (高中英语单词)
• shilling [´ʃiliŋ] n.先令 (高中英语单词)
• blindly [blaindli] ad.盲目地；没头脑地 (英语四级单词)
• fondly [´fɔndli] ad.喜爱地；愚蠢地 (英语四级单词)
• shameful [´ʃeimfəl] a.可耻的；猥亵的 (英语四级单词)
• delicately [´delikitli] ad.精美地；微妙地 (英语四级单词)
• furrow [´fʌrəu] n.沟 vt.犁；使起皱纹 (英语四级单词)
• epitaph [´epitɑ:f] n.墓志铭 (英语六级单词)
• sultry [´sʌltri] a.狂(闷)热的；风骚的 (英语六级单词)
• sorely [´sɔ:li] ad.痛苦地；剧烈地 (英语六级单词)
• tranquil [´træŋkwil] a.平静的，稳定的 (英语六级单词)