Poems. William Butler Yeats
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Название: Poems

Автор: William Butler Yeats

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СКАЧАТЬ MERCHANT

      We've all the treasure now,

      So let's away before they've tracked us out.

FIRST MERCHANT

      I have a plan to win her.

SECOND MERCHANT

      You have time enough

      If you would kill her and bear off her soul

      Before they are upon us with their prayers;

      They search the Western Tower.

FIRST MERCHANT

      That may not be.

      We cannot face the heavenly host in arms.

      Her soul must come to us of its own will,

      But being of the ninth and mightiest Hell

      Where all are kings, I have a plan to win it.

      Lady, we've news that's crying out for speech.

      (CATHLEEN wakes and comes to door of chapel.)

CATHLEEN

      Who calls?

FIRST MERCHANT

      We have brought news.

CATHLEEN

      What are you?

FIRST MERCHANT

      We are merchants, and we know the book of the world

      Because we have walked upon its leaves; and there

      Have read of late matters that much concern you;

      And noticing the castle door stand open,

      Came in to find an ear.

CATHLEEN

      The door stands open,

      That no one who is famished or afraid,

      Despair of help or of a welcome with it.

      But you have news, you say.

FIRST MERCHANT

      We saw a man,

      Heavy with sickness in the bog of Allen,

      Whom you had bid buy cattle. Near Fair Head

      We saw your grain ships lying all becalmed

      In the dark night; and not less still than they,

      Burned all their mirrored lanthorns in the sea.

CATHLEEN

      My thanks to God, to Mary and the angels,

      That I have money in my treasury,

      And can buy grain from those who have stored it up

      To prosper on the hunger of the poor.

      But you've been far and know the signs of things,

      When will this famine end?

FIRST MERCHANT

      Day copies day,

      And there's no sign of change, nor can it change,

      With the wheat withered and the cattle dead.

CATHLEEN

      And heard you of the demons who buy souls?

FIRST MERCHANT

      There are some men who hold they have wolves' heads,

      And say their limbs – dried by the infinite flame —

      Have all the speed of storms; others, again,

      Say they are gross and little; while a few

      Will have it they seem much as mortals are,

      But tall and brown and travelled – like us, lady —

      Yet all agree a power is in their looks

      That makes men bow, and flings a casting-net

      About their souls, and that all men would go

      And barter those poor vapours, were it not

      You bribe them with the safety of your gold.

CATHLEEN

      Praise be to God, to Mary, and the angels

      That I am wealthy! Wherefore do they sell?

FIRST MERCHANT

      As we came in at the great door we saw

      Your porter sleeping in his niche – a soul

      Too little to be worth a hundred pence,

      And yet they buy it for a hundred crowns.

      But for a soul like yours, I heard them say,

      They would give five hundred thousand crowns and more.

CATHLEEN

      How can a heap of crowns pay for a soul?

      Is the green grave so terrible a thing?

FIRST MERCHANT

      Some sell because the money gleams, and some

      Because they are in terror of the grave,

      And some because their neighbours sold before,

      And some because there is a kind of joy

      In casting hope away, in losing joy,

      In ceasing all resistance, in at last

      Opening one's arms to the eternal flames,

      In casting all sails out upon the wind;

      To this – full of the gaiety of the lost —

      Would all folk hurry if your gold were gone.

CATHLEEN

      There is a something, Merchant, in your voice

      That makes me fear. When you were telling how

      A man may lose his soul and lose his God

      Your eyes were lighted up, and when you told

      How my poor money serves the people, both —

      Merchants forgive me – seemed to smile.

FIRST MERCHANT

      I laugh

      To think that all these people should be swung

      As on a lady's shoe-string, – under them

      The glowing leagues of never-ending flame.

CATHLEEN

      There is a something in you that I fear;

      A something not of us; were you not born

      In some most distant corner of the world?

      (The SECOND MERCHANT, who has been listening at the door, comes forward, and as he comes a sound of voices and feet is heard.)

SECOND MERCHANT

      Away now – they are in the passage – hurry,

      For they will know us, and freeze up our hearts

      With Ave Marys, and burn all our skin

      With holy water.

FIRST MERCHANT

      Farewell; for we must ride

      Many a mile before the morning come;

      Our horses beat the ground impatiently.

      (They go out. A number of PEASANTS enter by other door.)

FIRST PEASANT

      Forgive us, lady, but we heard a noise.

SECOND PEASANT

      We sat by the fireside telling vanities.

FIRST PEASANT

      We heard a noise, but though we have searched the house

      We have СКАЧАТЬ