第175章
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  Isawtheeonceonceonlyyearsago:

  Imustnotsayhowmanybutnotmany。

  ItwasaJulymidnight;andfromoutAfull-orbedmoon,that,likethineownsoul,soaring,Soughtaprecipitatepathwayupthroughheaven,Therefellasilvery-silkenveiloflight,Withquietude,andsultriness,andslumber,UpontheupturnedfacesofathousandRosesthatgrewinanenchantedgarden,Wherenowinddaredtostir,unlessontiptoe

  Fellontheupturn’dfacesoftheserosesThatgaveout,inreturnforthelove-light,Theirodoroussoulsinanecstaticdeath

  Fellontheupturn’dfacesoftheserosesThatsmiledanddiedinthisparterre,enchantedBythee,andbythepoetryofthypresence。

  Cladallinwhite,uponavioletbankIsawtheehalfreclining;whilethemoonFellontheupturn’dfacesoftheroses,Andonthineown,upturn’d-alas,insorrow!

  WasitnotFate,that,onthisJulymidnight-

  WasitnotFate,whosenameisalsoSorrow,

  Thatbademepausebeforethatgarden-gate,Tobreathetheincenseofthoseslumberingroses?

  Nofootstepstirred:thehatedworldanslept,Saveonlytheeandme。Oh,Heaven!-oh,God!

  Howmyheartbeatsincouplingthosetwowords!

  Saveonlytheeandme。Ipaused-Ilooked-

  Andinaninstantallthingsdisappeared。

  Ah,bearinmindthisgardenwasenchanted!

  Thepearlylustreofthemoonwentout:

  Themossybanksandthemeanderingpaths,Thehappyflowersandtherepiningtrees,Wereseennomore:theveryroses’odorsDiedinthearmsoftheadoringairs。

  All-allexpiredsavethee-savelessthanthou:

  Saveonlythedivinelightinthineeyes-

  Savebutthesoulinthineupliftedeyes。

  Isawbutthem-theyweretheworldtome!

  Isawbutthem-sawonlythemforhours,Sawonlythemuntilthemoonwentdown。

  Whatwildheart-historiesseemedtoheenwrittenUponthosecrystalline,celestialspheres!

  Howdarkawoe,yethowsublimeahope!

  Howsilentlysereneaseaofpride!

  Howdaringanambition;yethowdeep-

  Howfathomlessacapacityforlove!

  Butnow,atlength,dearDiansankfromsight,Intoawesterncouchofthunder-cloud;

  Andthou,aghost,amidtheentombingtreesDidstglideaway。Onlythineeyesremained;

  Theywouldnotgo-theyneveryethavegone;

  Lightingmylonelypathwayhomethatnight,Theyhavenotleftmeasmyhopeshavesince;

  Theyfollowme-theyleadmethroughtheyears。

  TheyaremyministersyetItheirslave。

  Theirofficeistoillumineandenkindle

  Myduty,tobesavedbytheirbrightlight,Andpurifiedintheirelectricfire,Andsanctifiedintheirelysianfire。

  TheyfillmysoulwithBeautywhichisHope,AndarefarupinHeaventhestarsIkneeltoInthesad,silentwatchesofmynight;

  WhileeveninthemeridianglareofdayIseethemstilltwosweetlyscintillantVenuses,unextinguishedbythesun!

  Itwasmanyandmanyayearago,Inakingdombythesea,ThatamaidenlivedwhomyoumayknowBythenameofANNABELLEE;-

  AndthismaidenshelivedwithnootherthoughtThantoloveandbelovedbyme。

  _I_wasachildand_She_wasachild,Inthiskingdombythesea,Butwelovedwithalovethatwasmorethanlove-

  IandmyANNABELLEE-

  Withalovethatthewing閐seraphsofHeavenCovetedherandme。

  Andthiswasthereasonthat,longago,Inthiskingdombythesea,AwindblewoutofacloudbynightChillingmyANNABELLEE;

  Sothatherhigh-bornkinsmencameAndboreherawayfromme,Toshutherup,inasepulchreInthiskingdombythesea。

  Theangels,nothalfsohappyinHeaven,Wentenvyingherandme;

  Yes!thatwasthereasonasallmenknow,Inthiskingdombythesea

  Thatthewindcameoutofthecloud,chillingAndkillingmyANNABELLEE。

  ButourloveitwasstrongerbyfarthantheloveOfthosewhowereolderthanwe-

  Ofmanyfarwiserthanwe-

  AndneithertheangelsinHeavenaboveNorthedemonsdownundertheseaCaneverdissevermysoulfromthesoulOfthebeautifulANNABELLEE:-

  ForthemoonneverbeamswithoutbringingmedreamsOfthebeautifulANNABELLEE;

  AndthestarsneverrisebutIseethebrighteyesOfthebeautifulANNABELLEE;

  Andso,allthenight-tide,IliedownbythesideOfmydarling,mydarling,mylifeandmybrideInhersepulchretherebythesea-

  Inhertombbythesideofthesea。

  Forherthisrhymeispenned,whoseluminouseyes,BrightlyexpressiveasthetwinsofLoeda,Shallfindherownsweetname,that,nestlingliesUponthepage,enwrappedfromeveryreader。

  Searchnarrowlythelines!theyholdatreasureDivineatalismananamuletThatmustbeworn_atheart_。Searchwellthemeasure

  Thewordsthesyllables!DonotforgetThetrivialestpoint,oryoumayloseyourlabor!

  AndyetthereisinthisnoGordianknotWhichonemightnotundowithoutasabre,Ifonecouldmerelycomprehendtheplot。

  EnwrittenupontheleafwherenowarepeeringEyesscintillatingsoul,therelie_perdus_

  ThreeeloquentwordsoftutteredinthehearingOfpoets,bypoetsasthenameisapoet’s,too。

  Itsletters,althoughnaturallylyingLiketheknightPintoMendezFerdinando

  StillformasynonymforTruthCeasetrying!

  Youwillnotreadtheriddle,thoughyoudothebest_you_cando。

  1846。

  [Todiscoverthenamesinthisandthefollowingpoemreadthefirstletterofthefirstlineinconnectionwiththesecondletterofthesecondline,thethirdletterofthethirdline,thefourthofthefourthandsoontotheend。]

  “Seldomwefind。”saysSolomonDonDunce,“Halfanideaintheprofoundestsonnet。

  ThroughalltheflimsythingsweseeatonceAseasilyasthroughaNaplesbonnet-

  Trashofalltrash!-how_can_aladydonit?

  YetheavierfarthanyourPetrarchanstuff-

  Owl-downynonsensethatthefaintestpuffTwirlsintotrunk-paperthewhileyouconit。”

  And,veritably,Solisrightenough。

  ThegeneraltuckermanitiesarearrantBubbles-ephemeraland_so_transparent-

  But_this_is,now,-youmaydependuponit-

  Stable,opaque,immortal-allbydintOfthedearnamesthatlieconcealedwithin’t。

  BecauseIfeelthat,intheHeavensabove,Theangels,whisperingtooneanother,Canfind,amongtheirburningtermsoflove,Nonesodevotionalasthatof“Mother。”

  ThereforebythatdearnameIlonghavecalledyou

  Youwhoaremorethanmotheruntome,Andfillmyheartofhearts,whereDeathinstalledyouInsettingmyVirginia’sspiritfree。

  Mymothermyownmother,whodiedearly,Wasbutthemotherofmyself;butyouAremothertotheoneIlovedsodearly,AndthusaredearerthanthemotherIknewBythatinfinitywithwhichmywifeWasdearertomysoulthanitssoul-life。

  [Theabovewasaddressedtothepoet’smother-in-law,Mrs。ClemmEd。]

  ThankHeaven!thecrisis

  Thedangerispast,AndthelingeringillnessIsoveratlast

  Andthefevercalled“Living“

  Isconqueredatlast。

  Sadly,IknowIamshornofmystrength,AndnomuscleImoveAsIlieatfulllength

  Butnomatter!IfeelIambetteratlength。

  AndIrestsocomposedly,Now,inmybed,ThatanybeholderMightfancymedead

  Mightstartatbeholdingme,Thinkingmedead。

  Themoaningandgroaning,Thesighingandsobbing,Arequietednow,WiththathorriblethrobbingAtheart:ah,thathorrible,Horriblethrobbing!

  Thesicknessthenausea

  Thepitilesspain

  Haveceased,withthefeverThatmaddenedmybrain

  Withthefevercalled“Living“

  Thatburnedinmybrain。

  Andoh!ofalltortures_That_torturetheworstHasabatedtheterribleTortureofthirstForthenaphthalineriverOfPassionaccurst:

  IhavedrankofawaterThatquenchesallthirst:

  Ofawaterthatflows,Withalullabysound,FromaspringbutaveryfewFeetunderground

  FromacavernnotveryfarDownunderground。

  Andah!letitneverBefoolishlysaidThatmyroomitisgloomyAndnarrowmybed;

  FormanneversleptInadifferentbed

  And,to_sleep_,youmustslumberInjustsuchabed。

  MytantalizedspiritHereblandlyreposes,Forgetting,orneverRegrettingitsroses

  ItsoldagitationsOfmyrtlesandroses:

  Fornow,whilesoquietlyLying,itfanciesAholierodorAboutit,ofpansies

  Arosemaryodor,Commingledwithpansies

  WithrueandthebeautifulPuritanpansies。

  Andsoitlieshappily,BathinginmanyAdreamofthetruthAndthebeautyofAnnie

  DrownedinabathOfthetressesofAnnie。

  Shetenderlykissedme,Shefondlycaressed,AndthenIfellgentlyTosleeponherbreast

  DeeplytosleepFromtheheavenofherbreast。

  Whenthelightwasextinguished,Shecoveredmewarm,AndsheprayedtotheangelsTokeepmefromharm

  TothequeenoftheangelsToshieldmefromharm。

  AndIliesocomposedly,Nowinmybed,Knowingherlove

  Thatyoufancymedead

  AndIrestsocontentedly,Nowinmybed,Withherloveatmybreast

  Thatyoufancymedead

  Thatyoushuddertolookatme,Thinkingmedead:

  ButmyheartitisbrighterThanallofthemanyStarsinthesky,ForitsparkleswithAnnie

  ItglowswiththelightOftheloveofmyAnnie

  WiththethoughtofthelightOftheeyesofmyAnnie。

  BELOVED!amidtheearnestwoesThatcrowdaroundmyearthlypath

  Drearpath,alas!wheregrowsNotevenonelonelyrose

  MysoulatleastasolacehathIndreamsofthee,andthereinknowsAnEdenofblandrepose。

  AndthusthymemoryistomeLikesomeenchantedfar-offisleInsometumultuossea

  SomeoceanthrobbingfarandfreeWithstormsbutwheremeanwhileSerenestskiescontinuallyJusto’rethatonebrightislandsmile。

  THOUwouldstbeloved?-thenletthyheartFromitspresentpathwaypartnot!

  Beingeverythingwhichnowthouart,Benothingwhichthouartnot。

  Sowiththeworldthygentleways,Thygrace,thymorethanbeauty,Shallbeanendlessthemeofpraise,Andlove-asimpleduty。

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