草叶集 第十一章(英文)（4）

    to limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at led hamlet, lear, othello—tennyson's fair ladies,

    metre or ht of singers;

    these, these, o sea, all these i'd gladly barter,

    al, through space's spread,

    rapport of sun, moon, earth, and all the constellations,

    es by you from distant stars to us? gregate of all?

    nificance in you?  the universe  in a ship?

    last of ebb, and daylight

    last of ebb, and daylight ,

    scented sea?cool land, smells of sedge and salt incoming,

    ht voice sent up from the eddies,

    many a muffled confession—many a sob and reatest of any, ns,

    love's unresponse—a chorus of age's complaints—hope's last  cry, aain return.

    on to oblivion then!

    on, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!

    on for your time, ye furious debouche!

    and yet not you alone

    and yet not you alone, tht and burying ebb,

    nor you, ye lost designs alone—nor failures, aspirations;

    i knolamour's seeming;

    duly by you, from you, the tide and light again—duly the hinges turning,

    duly the needed discord?parts offsetting, blending,

    from you, from sleep, night, death itself,

    the rhythmus of birth eternal.

    proudly the flood comes in

    proudly the flood comes in, shouting, fong, advancing,

    long it holds at the high, ,

    all throbs, dilates—the farms, —steamers' pennants

    of smoke—and under the forenoon sun,

    freighted aily the outaily the

    in from many a spar the flag i love.

    by that long scan of  scan of  light or shade—some retrospect,

    joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas—scenes ephemeral,

    the long past hts, the h every by?gone phase—my idle youth—old age at hand,

    my three?score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past,

    by any grand ideal tried, intentionless, the ,

    and haply yet some drop ht from these shores, this hill,

    of you o tides, the mystic human meaning:

    only by la me the same,

    the brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.

    as one by one reat play on history's stage eterne,

    that lurid, partial act of ,

    fought out through  suspense;

    all past—and since, in countless graves receding, mello,

    victor's and vanquish'd—lincoln's and lee's—nohty days—and equal to the days!

    thou from the prairies!—tangled and many?vein'd and hard has been thy part,

    to admiration has it been enacted!

    ah, not this marble, dead and cold:

    far from its base and shaft expanding—the round zones circling,

    comprehending,

    thou, ton, art all the erica,

    europe's as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer's cot,</p>

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