Лирика
Шрифт:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
2.
Hear the mellow wedding bells
Golden bells!
_What_ a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells
_What_ a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future!
– how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells!
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
3.
Hear the loud alarum bells
Brazen bells!
_What_ a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of Night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of despair!
How they clang and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
In the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yes, the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells
Of the bells
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
4.
Hear the tolling of the bells
Iron bells!
_What_ a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy meaning of the tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people
They that dwell up in the steeple
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Fell a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone
They are neither man nor woman
They are neither brute nor human,
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls:
And he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls
A Paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the Paean of the bells!
And he dances and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the Paean of the bells
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells
Of the bells, bells, bells
To the sobbing of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
(1849)
38.
1.
Слышишь, сани мчатся в ряд,
Мчатся в ряд!
Колокольчики звенят,
Серебристым легким звоном слух наш сладостно томят,
Этим пеньем и гуденьем о забвеньи говорят.
О, как звонко, звонко, звонко,
Точно звучный смех ребенка,
В ясном воздухе ночном
Говорят они о том,
Что за днями заблужденья
Наступает возрожденье,
Что волшебно наслажденье - наслажденье нежным сном.
Сани мчатся, мчатся в ряд,
Колокольчики звенят,
Звезды слушают, как сани, убегая, говорят,
И, внимая им, горят,
И мечтая, и блистая, в небе духами парят;
И изменчивым сияньем
Молчаливым обаяньем,
Вместе с звоном, вместе с пеньем, о забвеньи говорят.
2.
Слышишь к свадьбе звон святой,
Золотой!
Сколько нежного блаженства в этой песне молодой!
Сквозь спокойный воздух ночи
Словно смотрят чьи-то очи
И блестят,
И в волны певучих звуков на луну они глядят.
Из призывных дивных келий,
Полны сказочных веселий,
Нарастая, упадая, брызги светлые летят.