Волшебница Шалотт и другие стихотворения

Against the margin flowers; a dreadful light

Came from her golden hair, her golden helm

And all her golden armour on the grass,

And from her virgin breast, and virgin eyes

Remaining fixt on mine, till mine grew dark

For ever, and I heard a voice that said

‘Henceforth be blind, for thou hast seen too much,

And speak the truth that no man may believe.’

Son, in the hidden world of sight, that lives

Behind this darkness, I behold her still,

Beyond all work of those who carve the stone,

Beyond all dreams of Godlike womanhood,

Ineffable beauty, out of whom, at a glance,

And as it were, perforce, upon me flash’d

The power of prophesying — but to me

No power — so chain’d and coupled with the curse

Of blindness and their unbelief, who heard

And heard not, when I spake of famine, plague,

Shrine-shattering earthquake, fire, flood, thunderbolt,

And angers of the Gods for evil done

And expiation lack’d — no power on Fate,

Theirs, or mine own! for when the crowd would roar

For blood, for war, whose issue was their doom,

To cast wise words among the multitude

Was flinging fruit to lions; nor, in hours

Of civil outbreak, when I knew the twain

Would each waste each, and bring on both the yoke

Of stronger states, was mine the voice to curb

The madness of our cities and their kings.

Who ever turn’d upon his heel to hear

My warning that the tyranny of one

Was prelude to the tyranny of all?

My counsel that the tyranny of all

Led backward to the tyranny of one?

This power hath work’d no good to aught that lives,

And these blind hands were useless in their wars.

О therefore that the unfulfill’d desire,

The grief for ever born from griefs to be,

The boundless yearning of the Prophet’s heart —

Could that stand forth, and like a statue, rear’d

To some great citizen, win all praise from all

Who past it, saying, ‘That was he!’

In vain!

Virtue must shape itself in deed, and those

Whom weakness or necessity have cramp’d

Within themselves, immerging, each, his urn

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