欢迎来到博文网

名人诗歌|Father Ryan's Poems (7)

来源:www.srmtwh.com 2024-10-21
Name.

But where are the olden pictures? And where are the olden dreams? Has a change come over my vision? Or over the fire's bright gleams?

Not over my vision, surely; My eyes they are still the same, That used to find in the firelight So many a face and name.

Not over the firelight, either, No change in the coals or blaze That flicker1 and flash, as ruddy To-night as in other days.

But there must be a change I feel it. To-night not an old picture came; The fire's bright flames only painted One Heart, one Face, and one Name.

Three pictures? No! only one picture; The Face belongs to the Name, And the Name names the Heart that is throbbing2 Just back of the beautiful flame.

Who said it, I wonder: All faces Must fade in the light of but one; The soul, like the earth, may have many Horizons, but only one sun?

Who dreamt it? Did I? If I dreamt it 'Tis true every name passes by Save one; the sun wears many cloudlets Of gold, but has only one sky.

And out of the flames have they faded, The hearts and the faces of yore? Have they sunk 'neath the gray of the ashes To rise to my vision no more?

Yes, surely, or else I would see them To-night, just as bright as of old, In the white of the coal's silver flashes, In the red of the restless flames' gold.

Do you say I am fickle3 and faithless? Else why are the old pictures gone? And why should the visions of many Melt into the vision of one?

Nay4! list to the voice of the Heavens, One Eternal alone reigns5 above. Is it true? and all else are but idols6, So the heart can have only one love?

only one, all the rest are but idols, That fall from their shrines7 soon or late, When the Love that is Lord of the temple, Comes with sceptre and crown to the gate.

To be faithless oft means to be faithful, To be false often means to be true; The vale that loves clouds that are golden Forgets them for skies that are blue.

To forget often means to remember What we had forgotten too long; The fragrance8 is not the bright flower, The echo is not the sweet song.

Am I dreaming? No, there is the firelight, Gaze I ever so long, all the same I only can see in its glowing A Heart, a Face, and a Name.

Farewell! all ye hearts, names, and faces! only ashes now under the blaze, Ye never again will smile on me, For I'm touching9 the end of my days.

And the beautiful fading firelight Paints, now, with a pencil of flame, Three pictures yet only one picture A Heart, a Face, and a Name.


相关文章推荐

10

21

名人诗歌|Ballads and Lyrics of Old France (3

THE THREE CAPT人工智能NS. ALL beneath the white-rose tree Walks a lady fair to see, She is as white as the snows, She is as

10

21

名人诗歌|Ballads and Lyrics of Old France (2

AN OLD TUNE1. GERARD DENERVAL. THERE is an air for which I would disown Mozart's, Rossini's, Weber's melodies, - A sweet

10

21

名人诗歌|Ballads and Lyrics of Old France (7

BALLAD1 OF THE GIBBET. [An epitaph in the form of a ballad that Francois Villon wrote of himself and his company, they e

10

21

名人诗歌|"A widow bird sate mourning for her

A WIDOW bird sate1 mourning for her Love Upon a wintry bough2; The frozen wind crept on above The freezing stream below.

10

21

名人诗歌|Lycidas

YET once more O ye laurels1 and once more Ye myrtles brown with ivy2 never sere3 I come to pluck your berries harsh and

10

20

名人诗歌|A Newborn Girl at Passover

Consider one apricot in a basket of them. It is very much like all the other apricots an inpidual already, skin and seed

09

07

名人诗歌|Weather Eye Open

by Sarah Gridley Besides the toss and drag of shells are you shown no proof as to time lost here? Same stamp on every mo

09

07

名人诗歌|Waking the Morning Dreamless After

by Jane Hirshfield But with the sentence: Use your failures for paper. Meaning, I understood, the backs of failed poems,

09

07

名人诗歌|Yonder

by Rae Armantrout 1 Anything cancels everything out. If each point is a singularity, thrusting all else aside for good,

09

07

名人诗歌|An Old-Fashioned Song

by John Hollander No more walks in the wood: The trees have all been cut Down, and where once they stood Not even a wago