The Complete Works. William Butler Yeats

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СКАЧАТЬ I am doing now. [A pause.] Why do you weep?

      FORGAEL.

      I weep because I’ve nothing for your eyes

      But desolate waters and a battered ship.

      DECTORA.

      O, why do you not lift your eyes to mine?

      FORGAEL.

      I weep—I weep because bare night’s above,

      And not a roof of ivory and gold.

      DECTORA.

      I would grow jealous of the ivory roof,

      And strike the golden pillars with my hands.

      I would that there was nothing in the world

      But my beloved—that night and day had perished,

      And all that is and all that is to be,

      All that is not the meeting of our lips.

      FORGAEL.

      I too, I too. Why do you look away?

      Am I to fear the waves, or is the moon

      My enemy?

      DECTORA.

      I looked upon the moon,

      Longing to knead and pull it into shape

      That I might lay it on your head as a crown.

      But now it is your thoughts that wander away,

      For you are looking at the sea. Do you not know

      How great a wrong it is to let one’s thought

      Wander a moment when one is in love?

      [He has moved away. She follows him. He is looking out over the sea, shading his eyes.]

      Why are you looking at the sea?

      FORGAEL.

      Look there!

      DECTORA.

      What is there but a troop of ash-grey birds

      That fly into the west?

      FORGAEL.

      But listen, listen!

      DECTORA.

      What is there but the crying of the birds?

      FORGAEL.

      If you’ll but listen closely to that crying

      You’ll hear them calling out to one another

      With human voices.

      DECTORA.

      O, I can hear them now.

      What are they? Unto what country do they fly?

      FORGAEL.

      To unimaginable happiness.

      They have been circling over our heads in the air,

      But now that they have taken to the road

      We have to follow, for they are our pilots;

      And though they’re but the colour of grey ash,

      They’re crying out, could you but hear their words,

      ‘There is a country at the end of the world

      Where no child’s born but to outlive the moon.’

      [The SAILORS come in with AIBRIC. They are in great excitement.

      FIRST SAILOR.

      The hold is full of treasure.

      SECOND SAILOR.

      Full to the hatches.

      FIRST TWO.

      Treasure and treasure.

      THIRD SAILOR.

      Boxes of precious spice.

      FIRST SAILOR.

      Ivory images with amethyst eyes.

      THIRD SAILOR.

      Dragons with eyes of ruby.

      FIRST SAILOR.

      The whole ship

      Flashes as if it were a net of herrings.

      THIRD SAILOR.

      Let’s home; I’d give some rubies to a woman.

      SECOND SAILOR.

      There’s somebody I’d give the amethyst eyes to.

      FIRST SAILOR.

      Let’s home and spend it in our villages.

      AIBRIC.

       [Silencing them with a gesture.]

      We would return to our own country, Forgael,

      For we have found a treasure that’s so great

      Imagination cannot reckon it.

      And having lit upon this woman there,

      What more have you to look for on the seas?

      FORGAEL.

      I cannot—I am going on to the end.

      As for this woman, I think she is coming with me.

      AIBRIC.

      The ever-living have made you mad; but no,

      It was this woman in her woman’s vengeance

      That drove you to it, and I fool enough

      To fancy that she’d bring you home again.

      ’Twas you that egged him to it, for you know

      That he is being driven to his death.

      DECTORA.

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