The Complete Works. William Butler Yeats

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СКАЧАТЬ comes it, princess, that your mind

      Among undying people has run

      On this young man, Oisin, my son?’

      ‘I loved no man, though kings besought

      And many a man of lofty name,

      Until the Danaan poets came,

      Bringing me honeyed, wandering thought

      Of noble Oisin and his fame,

      Of battles broken by his hands,

      Of stories builded by his words

      That are like coloured Asian birds

      At evening in their rainless lands.’

      O Patric, by your brazen bell,

      There was no limb of mine but fell

      Into a desperate gulph of love!

      ‘You only will I wed,’ I cried,

      ‘And I will make a thousand songs,

      And set your name all names above,

      And captives bound with leathern thongs

      Shall kneel and praise you, one by one,

      At evening in my western dun.’

      ‘O Oisin, mount by me and ride

      To shores by the wash of the tremulous tide,

      Where men have heaped no burial mounds,

      And the days pass by like a wayward tune,

      Where broken faith has never been known,

      And the blushes of first love never have flown;

      And there I will give you a hundred hounds;

      No mightier creatures bay at the moon;

      And a hundred robes of murmuring silk,

      And a hundred calves and a hundred sheep

      Whose long wool whiter than sea froth flows,

      And a hundred spears and a hundred bows,

      And oil and wine and honey and milk,

      And always never-anxious sleep;

      While a hundred youths, mighty of limb,

      But knowing nor tumult nor hate nor strife,

      And a hundred maidens, merry as birds,

      Who when they dance to a fitful measure

      Have a speed like the speed of the salmon herds,

      Shall follow your horn and obey your whim,

      And you shall know the Danaan leisure:

      And Niamh be with you for a wife.’

      Then she sighed gently, ‘It grows late,

      Music and love and sleep await,

      Where I would be when the white moon climbs,

      The red sun falls, and the world grows dim.’

      And then I mounted and she bound me

      With her triumphing arms around me,

      And whispering to herself enwound me;

      But when the horse had felt my weight,

      He shook himself and neighed three times:

      Caolte, Conan, and Finn came near,

      And wept, and raised their lamenting hands,

      And bid me stay, with many a tear;

      But we rode out from the human lands.

      In what far kingdom do you go,

      Ah, Fenians, with the shield and bow?

      Or are you phantoms white as snow,

      Whose lips had life’s most prosperous glow?

      O you, with whom in sloping valleys,

      Or down the dewy forest alleys,

      I chased at morn the flying deer,

      With whom I hurled the hurrying spear,

      And heard the foemen’s bucklers rattle,

      And broke the heaving ranks of battle!

      And Bran, Sgeolan, and Lomair,

      Where are you with your long rough hair?

      You go not where the red deer feeds,

      Nor tear the foemen from their steeds.

      S. PATRIC.

      Boast not, nor mourn with drooping head

      Companions long accurst and dead,

      And hounds for centuries dust and air.

      OISIN.

      We galloped over the glossy sea:

      I know not if days passed or hours,

      And Niamh sang continually

      Danaan songs, and their dewy showers

      Of pensive laughter, unhuman sound,

      Lulled weariness, and softly round

      My human sorrow her white arms wound.

      On! on! and now a hornless deer

      Passed by us, chased by a phantom hound

      All pearly white, save one red ear;

      And now a maiden rode like the wind

      With an apple of gold in her tossing hand,

      And with quenchless eyes and fluttering hair

      A beautiful young man followed behind.

      ‘Were these two born in the Danaan land,

      Or have they breathed the mortal СКАЧАТЬ