Читать книгу The Two Twilights - Henry A. Beers - Страница 9

Here while I read the light forsakes the pane;

Metempsychosis of the twilight gray —

Into green aisles of Epping or Ardenne

The level lines of print stretch far away.

The book-leaves whisper like the forest-leaves;

A smell of ancient woods, a breeze of morn,

A breath of violets from the mossy paths

And hark! the voice of hounds – the royal horn,

Which, muffled in the ferny coverts deep,

Utters the three sweet notes that sound recall;

As, riding two by two between the oaks,

Come on the paladins and ladies all.

The court will rest from chase in this smooth glade

That slopes to meet yon little rushy stream,

Where in the shallows nod the arrow-heads,

And the blue flower-de-luce's banners gleam.

The gamekeepers are coupling of the hounds;

The pages hang bright scarfs upon the boughs;

The new-slain quarry lies upon the turf

Whereon but now he with the herd did browse.

The silk pavilion shines among the trees;

The mighty pasties and the flagons strong

Give cheer to the dear heart of many a knight,

And many a dame whose beauty lives in song.

Meanwhile a staging improvised and rude

Rises, whereon the masquers and the mimes

Play for their sport a pleasant interlude,

Fantastic, gallant, pointing at the times.

Their green-room is the wide midsummer wood;

Down some far-winding gallery the deer —

The dappled dead-head of that sylvan show —

Starts as the distant ranting strikes his ear.

They use no traverses nor painted screen

To help along their naked, out-door wit:

(Only the forest lends its leafy scene)

Yet wonderfully well they please the pit.

The plaudits echo through the wide parquet

Where the fair audience upon the grass,

Each knight beside his lady-love, is set,

While overhead the merry winds do pass.

The little river murmurs in its reeds,

And somewhere in the verdurous solitude

The wood-thrush drops a cool contralto note,

An orchestra well-tuned unto their mood.

As runs the play so runs the afternoon;

The curtain and the sun fall side by side;

The epilogue is spoke, the twilight come;

Then homeward through the darkening glades they ride.