THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF R. L. STEVENSON. Robert Louis Stevenson

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СКАЧАТЬ Fluttered and hurried and throbbed. “Ah, woe that I hear you come,”

       Rua cried in his grief, “a sorrowful sound to me,

       Mounting far and faint from the resonant shore of the sea!

       Woe in the song! for the grave breathes in the singers’ breath,

       And I hear in the tramp of the drums the beat of the heart of death.

       Home of my youth! no more through all the length of the years,

       No more to the place of the echoes of early laughter and tears,

       No more shall Rua return; no more as the evening ends,

       To crowded eyes of welcome, to the reaching hands of friends.”

       All day long from the High-place the drums and the singing came,

       And the even fell, and the sun went down, a wheel of flame;

       And night came gleaning the shadows and hushing the sounds of the wood;

       And silence slept on all, where Rua sorrowed and stood.

       But still from the shore of the bay the sound of the festival rang,

       And still the crowd in the High-place danced and shouted and sang.

       Now over all the isle terror was breathed abroad

       Of shadowy hands from the trees and shadowy snares in the sod;

      And before the nostrils of night, the shuddering hunter of men

       Hurried, with beard on shoulder, back to his lighted den.

       “Taheia, here to my side!”— “Rua, my Rua, you!”

       And cold from the clutch of terror, cold with the damp of the dew,

       Taheia, heavy of hair, leaped through the dark to his arms;

       Taheia leaped to his clasp, and was folded in from alarms.

       “Rua, beloved, here, see what your love has brought;

       Coming — alas! returning — swift as the shuttle of thought;

       Returning, alas! for tonight, with the beaten drum and the voice,

       In the shine of many torches must the sleepless clan rejoice;

       And Taheia the well-descended, the daughter of chief and priest,

       Taheia must sit in her place in the crowded bench of the feast.”

       So it was spoken; and she, girding her garment high,

       Fled and was swallowed of woods, swift as the sight of an eye.

       Night over isle and sea rolled her curtain of stars,

       Then a trouble awoke in the air, the east was banded with bars;

       Dawn as yellow as sulphur leaped on the mountain height;

       Dawn, in the deepest glen, fell a wonder of light;

       High and clear stood the palms in the eye of the brightening east,

       And lo! from the sides of the sea the broken sound of the feast!

      As, when in days of summer, through open windows, the fly

       Swift as a breeze and loud as a trump goes by,

       But when frosts in the field have pinched the wintering mouse,

       Blindly noses and buzzes and hums in the firelit house:

       So the sound of the feast gallantly trampled at night,

       So it staggered and drooped, and droned in the morning light.

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