The Essential Henry David Thoreau (Illustrated Collection of the Thoreau's Greatest Works). Генри Дэвид Торо

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СКАЧАТЬ But yet it beareth in my dream

       A richer crop than all.

      Let me believe a dream so dear,

       Some heart beat high that day,

       Above the petty Province here,

       And Britain far away;

      Some hero of the ancient mould,

       Some arm of knightly worth,

       Of strength unbought, and faith unsold,

       Honored this spot of earth;

      Who sought the prize his heart described,

       And did not ask release,

       Whose free-born valor was not bribed

       By prospect of a peace.

      The men who stood on yonder height

       That day are long since gone;

       Not the same hand directs the fight

       And monumental stone.

      Ye were the Grecian cities then,

       The Romes of modern birth,

       Where the New England husbandmen

       Have shown a Roman worth.

      In vain I search a foreign land

       To find our Bunker Hill,

       And Lexington and Concord stand

       By no Laconian rill.

      With such thoughts we swept gently by this now peaceful pasture-ground, on waves of Concord, in which was long since drowned the din of war.

      But since we sailed

       Some things have failed,

       And many a dream

       Gone down the stream.

      Here then an aged shepherd dwelt,

       Who to his flock his substance dealt,

       And ruled them with a vigorous crook,

       By precept of the sacred Book;

       But he the pierless bridge passed o'er,

       And solitary left the shore.

      Anon a youthful pastor came,

       Whose crook was not unknown to fame,

       His lambs he viewed with gentle glance,

       Spread o'er the country's wide expanse,

       And fed with "Mosses from the Manse."

       Here was our Hawthorne in the dale,

       And here the shepherd told his tale.

      That slight shaft had now sunk behind the hills, and we had floated round the neighboring bend, and under the new North Bridge between Ponkawtasset and the Poplar Hill, into the Great Meadows, which, like a broad moccason print, have levelled a fertile and juicy place in nature.

      On Ponkawtasset, since, we took our way,

       Down this still stream to far Billericay,

       A poet wise has settled, whose fine ray

       Doth often shine on Concord's twilight day.

      Like those first stars, whose silver beams on high,

       Shining more brightly as the day goes by,

       Most travellers cannot at first descry,

       But eyes that wont to range the evening sky,

      And know celestial lights, do plainly see,

       And gladly hail them, numbering two or three;

       For lore that's deep must deeply studied be,

       As from deep wells men read star-poetry.

      These stars are never paled, though out of sight,

       But like the sun they shine forever bright;

       Ay, they are suns, though earth must in its flight Put out its eyes that it may see their light.

      Who would neglect the least celestial sound,

       Or faintest light that falls on earthly ground,

       If he could know it one day would be found

       That star in Cygnus whither we are bound,

       And pale our sun with heavenly radiance round?

      Gradually the village murmur subsided, and we seemed to be embarked on the placid current of our dreams, floating from past to future as silently as one awakes to fresh morning or evening thoughts. We glided noiselessly down the stream, occasionally driving a pickerel or a bream from the covert of the pads, and the smaller bittern now and then sailed away on sluggish wings from some recess in the shore, or the larger lifted itself out of the long grass at our approach, and carried its precious legs away to deposit them in a place of safety. The tortoises also rapidly dropped into the water, as our boat ruffled the surface amid the willows, breaking the reflections of the trees. The banks had passed the height of their beauty, and some of the brighter flowers showed by their faded tints that the season was verging towards the afternoon of the year; but this sombre tinge enhanced their sincerity, and in the still unabated heats they seemed like the mossy brink of some cool well. The narrow-leaved willow (Salix Purshiana) lay along the surface of the water in masses of light green foliage, interspersed with the large balls of the button-bush. The small rose-colored polygonum raised its head proudly above the water on either hand, and flowering at this season and in these localities, in front of dense fields of the white species which skirted the sides of the stream, its little streak of red looked very rare and precious. The pure white blossoms of the arrow-head stood in the shallower parts, and a few cardinals on the margin still proudly surveyed themselves reflected in the water, though the latter, as well as the pickerel-weed, was now nearly out of blossom. The snake-head, Chelone glabra, grew close to the shore, while a kind of coreopsis, turning its brazen face to the sun, full and rank, and a tall dull red flower, Eupatorium purpureum, or trumpet-weed, formed the rear rank of the fluvial array. The bright blue flowers of the soap-wort gentian were sprinkled here and there in the adjacent meadows, like flowers which Proserpine had dropped, and still farther in the fields or higher on the bank were seen the purple Gerardia, the Virginian rhexia, and drooping neottia or ladies'-tresses; while from the more distant waysides which we occasionally passed, and banks where the sun had lodged, was reflected still a dull yellow beam from the ranks of tansy, now past its prime. In short, Nature seemed to have adorned herself for our departure with a profusion of fringes and curls, mingled with the bright tints of flowers, reflected in the water. But we missed the white water-lily, which is the queen of river flowers, its reign being over for this season. He makes his voyage too late, perhaps, by a true water clock who delays so long. Many of this species inhabit our Concord water. I have СКАЧАТЬ