"eve.st.agnes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Keats john) Oh leave me not in this eternal woe,
For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go." Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing star Seen mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet,--- Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love's alarum pattering the sharp sleet Against the window-panes; St Agnes' moon hath set. Tis dark: quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet: "This is no dream, my bride, my Madeline!" 'Tis dark: the iced gusts still rave and beat: "No dream, alas! alas! and woe is mine! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine.--- Cruel! what traitor could thee hither bring? I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine Though thou forsakest a deceived thing;--- A dove forlorn and lost with sick unpruned wing." "My Madeline! sweet dreamer! lovely bride! Say, may I be for aye thy vassal blest? Ah, silver shrine, here will I take my rest After so many hours of toil and quest, A famish'd pilgrim,---saved by miracle. Though I have found, I will not rob thy nest Saving of thy sweet self; if thou think'st well To trust, fair Madeline, to no rude infidel. "Hark! 'tis an elfin-storm from faery land, Of haggard seeming, but a boon indeed: Arise---arise! the morning is at hand;--- The bloated wassailers will never heed:--- Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see,--- Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead: Awake! arise! my love, and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee." She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears--- Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.--- In all the house was heard no human sound. A chain-droop'd lamp was flickering by each door; The arras, rich with horseman, hawk, and hound, |
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