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an anthology of australian verse-第26章

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The sea; my mother; with billowy swell;

Is telling her tale to the wave…washed shell。



The sea; my mother; is singing to me;

 With the starry gleam in her wave;

A dirge of the dead; of the sad; sad sea;

 A requiem song of the brave;

Tenderly; sadly; the surges tell

Their tale of death to the wave…washed shell。



The sea; my mother; confides to me;

 As she turns to the soft; round moon;

The secrets that lie where the spirits be;

 That hide from the garish noon:

The sea; my mother; who loves me well;

Is telling their woe to the wave…washed shell。



O mother o' mine; with the foam…flecked hair;

 O mother; I love and know

The heart that is sad and the soul that is bare

 To your daughter of ebb and flow;

And I hold your whispers of Heaven and Hell

In the loving heart of a wave…washed shell。







  The Silent Tide





I heard Old Ocean raise her voice and cry;

 In that still hour between the night and day;

 I saw the answering tides; green robed and gray;

Turn to her with a low contented sigh;

Marching with silent feet they passed me by;

 For the white moon had taught them to obey;

 And scarce a wavelet broke in fretful spray;

As they went forth to kiss the stooping sky。



So; to my heart; when the last sunray sleeps;

 And the wan night; impatient for the moon;

Throws her gray mantle over land and sea;

There comes a call from out Life's nether deeps;

 And tides; like some old ocean in a swoon;

Flow out; in soundless majesty; to thee。







  The Watch on Deck





Becalmed upon the equatorial seas;

 A ship of gold lay on a sea of fire;

 Each sail and rope and spar; as in desire;

Mutely besought the kisses of a breeze;

Low laughter told the mariners at ease;

 Sweet sea…songs hymned the red sun's fun'ral pyre:

 Yet One; with eyes that never seemed to tire;

Watched for the storm; nursed on the thunder's knees。



Thou watcher of the spirit's inner keep;

Scanning Death's lone; illimitable deep;

 Spread outward to the far immortal shore!

While the vault sleeps; from the upheaving deck;

Thou see'st the adamantine reefs that wreck;

 And Life's low shoals; where lusting billows roar。







  Autumn





When; with low moanings on the distant shore;

 Like vain regrets; the ocean…tide is rolled:

 When; thro' bare boughs; the tale of death is told

By breezes sighing; 〃Summer days are o'er〃;

When all the days we loved  the days of yore 

 Lie in their vaults; dead Kings who ruled of old 

 Unrobed and sceptreless; uncrowned with gold;

Conquered; and to be crowned; ah! never more。



If o'er the bare fields; cold and whitening

 With the first snow…flakes; I should see thy form;

And meet and kiss thee; that were enough of Spring;

 Enough of sunshine; could I feel the warm

Glad beating of thy heart 'neath Winter's wing;

 Tho' Earth were full of whirlwind and of storm。









Mary Gilmore。







  A Little Ghost





The moonlight flutters from the sky

 To meet her at the door;

A little ghost; whose steps have passed

 Across the creaking floor。



And rustling vines that lightly tap

 Against the window…pane;

Throw shadows on the white…washed walls

 To blot them out again。



The moonlight leads her as she goes

 Across a narrow plain;

By all the old; familiar ways

 That know her steps again。



And through the scrub it leads her on

 And brings her to the creek;

But by the broken dam she stops

 And seems as she would speak。



She moves her lips; but not a sound

 Ripples the silent air;

She wrings her little hands; ah; me!

 The sadness of despair!



While overhead the black…duck's wing

 Cuts like a flash upon

The startled air; that scarcely shrinks

 Ere he afar is gone。



And curlews wake; and wailing cry

 Cur…lew! cur…lew! cur…lew!

Till all the Bush; with nameless dread

 Is pulsing through and through。



The moonlight leads her back again

 And leaves her at the door;

A little ghost whose steps have passed

 Across the creaking floor。







  Good…Night





Good…night! 。 。 。 my darling sleeps so sound

She cannot hear me where she lies;

White lilies watch the closed eyes;

Red roses guard the folded hands。



Good…night!  O woman who once lay

Upon my breast; so still; so sweet

That all my pulses; throbbing; beat

And flamed  I cannot touch you now。



Good…night; my own!  God knows we loved

So well; that all things else seemed slight 

We part forever in the night;

We two poor souls who loved so well。









Bernard O'Dowd。







  Love's Substitute





This love; that dares not warm before its flame

 Our yearning hands; or from its tempting tree

Yield fruit we may consume; or let us claim

 In Hymen's scroll of happy heraldry

 The twining glyphs of perfect you and me 

May kindle social fires whence curls no blame;

 Find gardens where no fruits forbidden be;

And mottoes weave; unsullied by a shame。



For; love; unmothered Childhood wanly waits

 For such as you to cherish it to Youth:

  Raw social soils untilled need Love's own verve

That Peace a…flower may oust their weedy hates:

 And where Distress would faint from wolfish sleuth

  The perfect lovers' symbol is 〃We serve!〃







  Our Duty





Yet what were Love if man remains unfree;

 And woman's sunshine sordid merchandise:

If children's Hope is blasted ere they see

 Its shoots of youth from out the branchlets rise:

 If thought is chained; and gagged is Speech; and Lies

Enthroned as Law befoul posterity;

 And haggard Sin's ubiquitous disguise

Insults the face of God where'er men be?



Ay; what were Love; my love; did we not love

 Our stricken brothers so; as to resign

  For Its own sake; the foison of Its dower:

That; so; we two may help them mount above

 These layers of charnel air in which they pine;

  To seek with us the Presence and the Power?









Edwin James Brady。







  The Wardens of the Seas





Like star points in the ether to guide a homing soul

Towards God's Eternal Haven; above the wash and roll;

Across and o'er the oceans; on all the coasts they stand

Tall seneschals of commerce; High Wardens of the Strand 

    The white lights slowly turning

    Their kind eyes far and wide;

    The red and green lights burning

    Along the waterside。



When Night with breath of aloes; magnolia; spice; and balm

Creeps down the darkened jungles and mantles reef and palm;

By velvet waters making soft music as they surge

The shore lights of dark Asia will one by one emerge 

    Oh; Ras Marshig by Aden

    Shows dull on hazy nights;

    And Bombay Channel's laid in

    Its 〃In〃 and 〃Outer〃 lights。



When Night; in rain…wet garments comes sobbing cold and grey

Across the German Ocean and South from Stornoway;

Thro' snarling darkness slowly; some fixed and some a…turn;

The bright shore…lights of Europe like welcome tapers burn; 

    From fierce Fruholmen streaming

    O'er Northern ice and snow;

    To Cape St。 Vincent gleaming; 

    These lamps of danger glow。



The dark Etruscan tending his watchfires by the shore;

On sacred altars burning; the world shall know no more;

His temple's column standing against the ancient stars

Is gone; Now bright catoptrics flash out electric bars; 

    Slow swung his stately Argos

    Unto the Tiber's mouth;

    But now the Tuscan cargoes

    Screw…driven; stagger South。



The lantern of Genoa guides home no Eastern fleets

As when the boy Columbus played in its narrow streets:

No more the Keltic ‘dolmens' their fitful warnings throw

Across the lone Atlantic; so long; so long ago 

    No more the beaked prows dashing

    Shall dare a shoreward foam;

    No more will great oars threshing

    Sweep Dorian galleys home。



No more the Vikings roaring their sagas wild and weird

Proclaim that Rome has fallen; no more a consul feared

Shall quench the Roman pharos lest Northern pirates free

Be pointed to their plunder on coasts of Italy 

    Nor shall unwilling lovers;

    From Lethean pleasures torn;

    Fare nor'ward with those rovers;

    To frozen lands forlorn。



The bale…fires and the watch…fires; the wrecker's foul false lure

No more shall vex the shipmen; and on their course secure

Past Pharos in the starlight the tow'ring hulls of Trade

Race in and out from Suez in iron cavalcade; 

    So rode one sunset olden

    Across the dark'ning sea;

    With banners silk and golden;

    The Barge of Antony!



They loom along the foreshores; they gleam across the Straits;

They guide the feet of Commerce unto the harbor gates。

In nights of storm and thunder; thro' fog and sleet and rain;

Like stars on angels' foreheads; they give man heart again; 

    Oh; hear the high waves smashing

    On Patagonia's shore!

    Oh; hear the black waves thresh
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