Вы, гордые грезы! надежды на власть!

Все, все миновало.

Надежды на власть! - Да! я помню: об том

(Мне память былое приводит)

Мечтал я когда-то во сне молодом...

Но пусть их проходят!

И гордые грезы? - Теперь мне - что в них!

Пусть яд их был мною усвоен,

Но пусть он палит ныне темя других.

Мой дух! будь спокоен.

Счастливейший день! - счастливейший час!

Что сердце усталое знало,

Вы, гордые взгляды! вы, взгляды на власть!

Все, все миновало.

Но если бы снова и взяли вы верх,

Но с бредом мученья былого,

Вас, миги надежд, я отверг бы, отверг,

Чтоб не мучиться снова!

Летите вы с пеньем, но гибель и страх

Змеится, как отблеск, по перьям,

И каплет с них яд, сожигающий в прах

Того, кто вас принял с доверьем.

(1924)

Перевод В. Брюсова

6. THE LAKE - TO

In spring of youth it was my lot

To haunt of the wide world a spot

The which I could not love the less

So lovely was the loneliness

Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,

And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall

Upon that spot, as upon all,

And the mystic wind went by

Murmuring in melody

Then - ah then I would awake

To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,

But a tremulous delight

A feeling not the jewelled mine

Could teach or bribe me to define

Nor Love - although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,

And in its gulf a fitting grave

For him who thence could solace bring

To his lone imagining

Whose solitary soul could make

An Eden of that dim lake.

(1827-1845)

6. ОЗЕРО

К ***

Меня, на утре жизни, влек

В просторном мире уголок,

Что я любил, любил до дна!

Была прекрасна тишина

Угрюмых вод и черных скал,

Что бор торжественный обстал.

Когда же Ночь, царица снов,

На все бросала свой покров

И ветр таинственный в тени

Роптал мелодию: усни!

Я пробуждался вдруг мечтой

Для ужаса страны пустой.

Но этот ужас не был страх,

Был трепетный восторг в мечтах:

Не выразить его полней

За пышный блеск Голконды всей,

За дар Любви - хотя б твоей!

Но Смерть скрывалась там, в волнах

Тлетворных, был в них саркофаг

Для всех, кто стал искать бы там

Покоя одиноким снам,

Кто скорбной грезой - мрачный край

Преобразил бы в светлый рай.

(1924)

Перевод В. Брюсова

7. SONNET - TO SCIENCE

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!

Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.

Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,

Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?

How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,

Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering

To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,

Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?

Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?

And driven the Hamadryad from the wood

To seek a shelter in some happier star?

Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,

The Elfin from the green grass, and from me

The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

(1829-1843)

7. СОНЕТ К НАУКЕ

Наука! ты - дитя Седых Времен!

Меняя все вниманьем глаз прозрачных,

Зачем тревожишь ты поэта сон,

О коршун! крылья чьи - взмах истин мрачных!

Тебя любить? и мудрой счесть тебя?

Зачем же ты мертвишь его усилья,

Когда, алмазы неба возлюбя,

Он мчится ввысь, раскинув смело крылья!

Дианы коней кто остановил?

Кто из леса изгнал Гамадриаду,

Услав искать приюта меж светил?

Кто выхватил из лона вод Наяду?

Из веток Эльфа? Кто бред летних грез,

Меж тамарисов, от меня унес?

(1924)

Перевод В. Брюсова

8. AL AARAAF

PART I

O! nothing earthly save the ray

(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye,

As in those gardens where the day

Springs from the gems of Circassy

O! nothing earthly save the thrill

Of melody in woodland rill

Or (music of the passion-hearted)

Joy's voice so peacefully departed

That like the murmur in the shell,

Its echo dwelleth and will dwell

Oh, nothing of the dross of ours

Yet all the beauty - all the flowers

That list our Love, and deck our bowers

Adorn yon world afar, afar

The wandering star.

'Twas a sweet time for Nesace - for there

Her world lay lolling on the golden air,

Near four bright suns - a temporary rest

An oasis in desert of the blest.

Away - away - 'mid seas of rays that roll

Empyrean splendor o'er th' unchained soul

The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)

Can struggle to its destin'd eminence

To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,

And late to ours, the favour'd one of God

But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,

She throws aside the sceptre - leaves the helm,

And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,

Laves in quadruple light her angel limbs.

Now happiest, loveliest in you lovely Earth,

Whence sprang the "Idea of Beauty" into birth,

(Falling in wreaths thro' many a startled star,

Like woman's hair 'mid pearls, until, afar,

It lit on hills Achaian, and there dwelt)

She look'd into Infinity - and knelt.

Rich clouds, for canopies, about her curled

Fit emblems of the model of her world

Seen but in beauty - not impeding sight

Of other beauty glittering thro' the light

A wreath that twined each starry form around,

And all the opal'd air in color bound.

All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed

Of flowers: of lilies such as rear'd the head

On the fair Capo Deucato, and sprang

So eagerly around about to hang

Upon the flying footsteps of - deep pride

Of her who lov'd a mortal - and so died.

The Sephalica, budding with young bees,

Uprear'd its purple stem around her knees:

And gemmy flower, of Trebizond misnam'd

Inmate of highest stars, where erst it sham'd

All other loveliness: its honied dew

(The fabled nectar that the heathen knew)

Deliriously sweet, was dropp'd from Heaven,

And fell on gardens of the unforgiven

In Trebizond - and on a sunny flower

So like its own above that, to this hour,

It still remaineth, torturing the bee

With madness, and unwonted reverie:

In Heaven, and all its environs, the leaf

And blossom of the fairy plant, in grief

Disconsolate linger - grief that hangs her head,

Repenting follies that full long have fled,

Heaving her white breast to the balmy air,

Like guilty beauty, chasten'd, and more fair:

Nyctanthes too, as sacred as the light

She fears to perfume, perfuming the night:

And Clytia pondering between many a sun,

While pettish tears adown her petals run:

And that aspiring flower that sprang on Earth

And died, ere scarce exalted into birth,

Bursting its odorous heart in spirit to wing

Its way to Heaven, from garden of a king:

And Valisnerian lotus thither flown

From struggling with the waters of the Rhone:

And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante!

Isola d'oro! - Fior di Levante!

And the Nelumbo bud that floats for ever

With Indian Cupid down the holy river

Fair flowers, and fairy! to whose care is given

To bear the Goddess' song, in odors, up to Heaven:

"Spirit! that tlwellest where,

In the deep sky,

The terrible and fair,

In beauty vie!

Beyond the line of blue

The boundary of the star

Which turneth at the view

Of thy barrier and thy bar

Of the barrier overgone

By the comets who were cast

From their pride, and from their throne

To be drudges till the last

To be carriers of fire

(The red fire of their heart)

With speed that may not tire

And with pain that shall not part

Who livest - _that_ we know

In Eternity - we feel

But the shadow of whose brow

What spirit shall reveal?

Tho' the beings whom thy Nesace,

Thy messenger hath known

Have dream'd for thy Infinity

A model of their own

Thy will is done. Oh, God!

The star hath ridden high

Thro' many a tempest, but she rode

Beneath thy burning eye;

And here, in thought, to thee

In thought that can alone

Ascend thy empire and so be

A partner of thy throne

By winged Fantasy,

My embassy is given,

Till secrecy shall knowledge be

In the environs of Heaven."

She ceas'd - and buried then her burning cheek

Abash'd, amid the lilies there, to seek

A shelter from the fervour of His eye;

For the stars trembled at the Deity.

She stirr'd not - breath'd not - for a voice was there

How solemnly pervading the calm air!

A sound of silence on the startled ear

Which dreamy poets name "the music of the sphere."


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