Сад любви. Из английской романтической поэзии - [25]

Had dimm’d mine eyes to blindness! They, meanwhile,

Friends, whom I never more may meet again,

On springy heath, along the hill-top edge,

Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance,

To that still roaring dell, of which I told;

The roaring dell, o’erwooded, narrow, deep,

And only speckled by the mid-day sun;

Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock

Flings arching like a bridge; – that branchless ash,

Unsunn’d and damp, whose few poor yellow leaves

Ne’er tremble in the gale, yet tremble still,

Fann’d by the water-fall! and there my friends

Behold the dark green file of long lank weeds,

That all at once (a most fantastic sight!)

Still nod and drip beneath the dripping edge

Of the blue clay-stone.

Now, my friends emerge

Beneath the wide wide Heaven – and view again

The many-steepled tract magnificent

Of hilly fields and meadows, and the sea,

With some fair bark, perhaps, whose sails light up

The slip of smooth clear blue betwixt two Isles

Of purple shadow! Yes! they wander on

In gladness all; but thou, methinks, most glad,

My gentle-hearted Charles! for thou hast pined

And hunger’d after Nature, many a year,

In the great City pent, winning thy way

With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain

And strange calamity! Ah! slowly sink

Behind the western ridge, thou glorious Sun!

Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb,

Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds!

Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves!

And kindle, thou blue Ocean! So my friend

Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood,

Silent with swimming sense; yea, gazing round

On the wide landscape, gaze till all doth seem

Less gross than bodily; and of such hues

As veil the Almighty Spirit, when yet he makes

Spirits perceive his presence.

A delight

Comes sudden on my heart, and I am glad

As I myself were there! Nor in this bower,

This little lime-tree bower, have I not mark’d

Much that has sooth’d me. Pale beneath the blaze

Hung the transparent foliage; and I watch’d

Some broad and sunny leaf, and lov’d to see

The shadow of the leaf and stem above

Dappling its sunshine! And that walnut-tree

Was richly ting’d, and a deep radiance lay

Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps

Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass

Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue

Through the late twilight: and though now the bat

Wheels silent by, and not a swallow twitters,

Yet still the solitary humble-bee

Sings in the bean-flower! Henceforth I shall know

That Nature ne’er deserts the wise and pure;

No plot so narrow, be but Nature there,

No waste so vacant, but may well employ

Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart

Awake to Love and Beauty! and sometimes

‘Tis well to be bereft of promis’d good,

That we may lift the soul, and contemplate

With lively joy the joys we cannot share.

My gentle-hearted Charles! when the last rook

Beat its straight path across the dusky air

Homewards, I blest it! deeming its black wing

(Now a dim speck, now vanishing in light)

Had cross’d the mighty Orb’s dilated glory,

While thou stood’st gazing; or, when all was still,

Flew creeking o’er thy head, and had a charm

For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom

No sound is dissonant which tells of Life.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

THERE IS A PLEASURE IN THE PATHLESS WOODS 16 (Есть отрада в непроходимых лесах)

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods (есть отрада в непроходимых лесах/в лесах, лишенных тропинок; pathless ['pɑ:θləs] – бездорожный, непроходимый, непролазный; path – тропинка; тропа; дорожка),

There is a rapture on the lonely shore (есть восторг/экстаз на пустынном берегу; rapture ['ræpʧə] – восторг, восхищение; /уст./ похищение: the rapture of Proserpine – похищение Прозерпины; /рел./ вознесение, восхищение, взятие живым на небо; lonely – одинокий; уединенный; пустынный),

There is society where none intrudes (есть общество там, куда никто не проникает/не вторгается; society [sə'saɪətɪ] – общество; to intrude [ɪn'tru: d] – вторгаться, входить без разрешения или приглашения),

By the deep Sea (возле глубокого моря), and music in its roar (и /есть/ музыка в его реве/шуме; roar [rɔ:] – рев /животных; толпы; человека/; гул, шум /прибоя/; to roar – реветь, орать; рычать):

I love not Man the less, but Nature more (я люблю человека не менее, но природу более),

From these our interviews, in which I steal (от этих наших встреч, на которые я прокрадываюсь/прихожу тайно; to steal – воровать, красть; прокрасться, проскользнуть)

From all I may be, or have been before (/убегая/ от всего, чем я мог бы быть или был до этого; before – прежде, раньше, сначала),

To mingle with the Universe, and feel (чтобы смешаться/соединиться с мирозданием и почувствовать; to mingle – смешиваться; общаться, собираться: to mingle in society – вращаться в обществе; universe ['ju: nɪvɜ:s] – вселенная, мироздание)

What I can ne’er express (то, что я никогда не смогу выразить; to express [ɪk'spres] – выражать), yet cannot all conceal (и однако не могу полностью скрыть; to conceal [kən'si: l] – скрывать; утаивать, умалчивать).

Roll on (катись дальше = продолжай катить/гнать свои волны)