don juan-第14部分

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And　thus　they　left　him　to　his　lone　repose：
Juan　slept　like　a　top；　or　like　the　dead；
Who　sleep　at　last；　perhaps　（God　only　knows）；
Just　for　the　present；　and　in　his　lull'd　head
Not　even　a　vision　of　his　former　woes
Throbb'd　in　accursed　dreams；　which　sometimes　spread
Unwele　visions　of　our　former　years；
Till　the　eye；　cheated；　opens　thick　with　tears。

Young　Juan　slept　all　dreamless：…　but　the　maid；
Who　smooth'd　his　pillow；　as　she　left　the　den
Look'd　back　upon　him；　and　a　moment　stay'd；
And　turn'd；　believing　that　he　call'd　again。
He　slumber'd；　yet　she　thought；　at　least　she　said
（The　heart　will　slip；　even　as　the　tongue　and　pen）；
He　had　pronounced　her　name…　but　she　forgot
That　at　this　moment　Juan　knew　it　not。

And　pensive　to　her　father's　house　she　went；
Enjoining　silence　strict　to　Zoe；　who
Better　than　her　knew　what；　in　fact；　she　meant；
She　being　wiser　by　a　year　or　two：
A　year　or　two　's　an　age　when　rightly　spent；
And　Zoe　spent　hers；　as　most　women　do；
In　gaining　all　that　useful　sort　of　knowledge
Which　is　acquired　in　Nature's　good　old　college。

The　morn　broke；　and　found　Juan　slumbering　still
Fast　in　his　cave；　and　nothing　clash'd　upon
His　rest；　the　rushing　of　the　neighbouring　rill；
And　the　young　beams　of　the　excluded　sun；
Troubled　him　not；　and　he　might　sleep　his　fill；
And　need　he　had　of　slumber　yet；　for　none
Had　suffer'd　more…　his　hardships　were　parative
To　those　related　in　my　grand…dad's　'Narrative。'

Not　so　Haidee：　she　sadly　toss'd　and　tumbled；
And　started　from　her　sleep；　and；　turning　o'er
Dream'd　of　a　thousand　wrecks；　o'er　which　she　stumbled；
And　handsome　corpses　strew'd　upon　the　shore；
And　woke　her　maid　so　early　that　she　grumbled；
And　call'd　her　father's　old　slaves　up；　who　swore
In　several　oaths…　Armenian；　Turk；　and　Greek…
They　knew　not　what　to　think　of　such　a　freak。

But　up　she　got；　and　up　she　made　them　get；
With　some　pretence　about　the　sun；　that　makes
Sweet　skies　just　when　he　rises；　or　is　set；
And　't　is；　no　doubt；　a　sight　to　see　when　breaks
Bright　Phoebus；　while　the　mountains　still　are　wet
With　mist；　and　every　bird　with　him　awakes；
And　night　is　flung　off　like　a　mourning　suit
Worn　for　a　husband；…　or　some　other　brute。

I　say；　the　sun　is　a　most　glorious　sight；
I　've　seen　him　rise　full　oft；　indeed　of　late
I　have　sat　up　on　purpose　all　the　night；
Which　hastens；　as　physicians　say；　one's　fate；
And　so　all　ye；　who　would　be　in　the　right
In　health　and　purse；　begin　your　day　to　date
From　daybreak；　and　when　coffin'd　at　fourscore；
Engrave　upon　the　plate；　you　rose　at　four。

And　Haidee　met　the　morning　face　to　face；
Her　own　was　freshest；　though　a　feverish　flush
Had　dyed　it　with　the　headlong　blood；　whose　race
From　heart　to　cheek　is　curb'd　into　a　blush；
Like　to　a　torrent　which　a　mountain's　base；
That　overpowers　some　Alpine　river's　rush；
Checks　to　a　lake；　whose　waves　in　circles　spread；
Or　the　Red　Sea…　but　the　sea　is　not　red。

And　down　the　cliff　the　island　virgin　came；
And　near　the　cave　her　quick　light　footsteps　drew；
While　the　sun　smiled　on　her　with　his　first　flame；
And　young　Aurora　kiss'd　her　lips　with　dew；
Taking　her　for　a　sister；　just　the　same
Mistake　you　would　have　made　on　seeing　the　two；
Although　the　mortal；　quite　as　fresh　and　fair；
Had　all　the　advantage；　too；　of　not　being　air。

And　when　into　the　cavern　Haidee　stepp'd
All　timidly；　yet　rapidly；　she　saw
That　like　an　infant　Juan　sweetly　slept；
And　then　she　stopp'd；　and　stood　as　if　in　awe
（For　sleep　is　awful）；　and　on　tiptoe　crept
And　wrapt　him　closer；　lest　the　air；　too　raw；
Should　reach　his　blood；　then　o'er　him　still　as　death
Bent　with　hush'd　lips；　that　drank　his　scarce…drawn　breath。

And　thus　like　to　an　angel　o'er　the　dying
Who　die　in　righteousness；　she　lean'd；　and　there
All　tranquilly　the　shipwreck'd　boy　was　lying；
As　o'er　him　the　calm　and　stirless　air：
But　Zoe　the　meantime　some　eggs　was　frying；
Since；　after　all；　no　doubt　the　youthful　pair
Must　breakfast…　and　betimes；　lest　they　should　ask　it；
She　drew　out　her　provision　from　the　basket。

She　knew　that　the　best　feelings　must　have　victual；
And　that　a　shipwreck'd　youth　would　hungry　be；
Besides；　being　less　in　love；　she　yawn'd　a　little；
And　felt　her　veins　chill'd　by　the　neighbouring　sea；
And　so；　she　cook'd　their　breakfast　to　a　tittle；
I　can't　say　that　she　gave　them　any　tea；
But　there　were　eggs；　fruit；　coffee；　bread；　fish；　honey；
With　Scio　wine；…　and　all　for　love；　not　money。

And　Zoe；　when　the　eggs　were　ready；　and
The　coffee　made；　would　fain　have　waken'd　Juan；
But　Haidee　stopp'd　her　with　her　quick　small　hand；
And　without　word；　a　sign　her　finger　drew　on
Her　lip；　which　Zoe　needs　must　understand；
And；　the　first　breakfast　spoilt；　prepared　a　new　one；
Because　her　mistress　would　not　let　her　break
That　sleep　which　seem'd　as　it　would　ne'er　awake。

For　still　he　lay；　and　on　his　thin　worn　cheek
A　purple　hectic　play'd　like　dying　day
On　the　snow…tops　of　distant　hills；　the　streak
Of　sufferance　yet　upon　his　forehead　lay；
Where　the　blue　veins　look'd　shadowy；　shrunk；　and　weak；
And　his　black　curls　were　dewy　with　the　spray；
Which　weigh'd　upon　them　yet；　all　damp　and　salt；
Mix'd　with　the　stony　vapours　of　the　vault。

And　she　bent　o'er　him；　and　he　lay　beneath；
Hush'd　as　the　babe　upon　its　mother's　breast；
Droop'd　as　the　willow　when　no　winds　can　breathe；
Lull'd　like　the　depth　of　ocean　when　at　rest；
Fair　as　the　crowning　rose　of　the　whole　wreath；
Soft　as　the　callow　cygnet　in　its　nest；
In　short；　he　was　a　very　pretty　fellow；
Although　his　woes　had　turn'd　him　rather　yellow。

He　woke　and　gazed；　and　would　have　slept　again；
But　the　fair　face　which　met　his　eyes　forbade
Those　eyes　to　close；　though　weariness　and　pain
Had　further　sleep　a　further　pleasure　made；
For　woman's　face　was　never　form'd　in　vain
For　Juan；　so　that　even　when　he　pray'd
He　turn'd　from　grisly　saints；　and　martyrs　hairy；
To　the　sweet　portraits　of　the　Virgin　Mary。

And　thus　upon　his　elbow　he　arose；
And　look'd　upon　the　lady；　in　whose　cheek
The　pale　contended　with　the　purple　rose；
As　with　an　effort　she　began　to　speak；
Her　eyes　were　eloquent；　her　words　would　pose；
Although　she　told　him；　in　good　modern　Greek；
With　an　Ionian　accent；　low　and　sweet；
That　he　was　faint；　and　must　not　talk；　but　eat。

Now　Juan　could　not　understand　a　word；
Being　no　Grecian；　but　he　had　an　ear；
And　her　voice　was　the　warble　of　a　bird；
So　soft；　so　sweet；　so　delicately　clear；
That　finer；　simpler　music　ne'er　was　heard；
The　sort　of　sound　we　echo　with　a　tear；
Without　knowing　why…　an　overpowering　tone；
Whence　Melody　descends　as　from　a　throne。

And　Juan　gazed　as　one　who　is　awoke
By　a　distant　organ；　doubting　if　he　be
Not　yet　a　dreamer；　till　the　spell　is　broke
By　the　watchman；　or　some　such　reality；
Or　by　one's　early　valet's　cursed　knock；
At　least　it　is　a　heavy　sound　to　me；
Who　like　a　morning　slumber…　for　the　night
Shows　stars　and　women　in　a　better　light。

And　Juan；　too；　was　help'd　out　from　his　dream；
Or　sleep；　or　whatso'er　it　was；　by　feeling
A　most　prodigious　appetite：　the　steam
Of　Zoe's　cookery　no　doubt　was　stealing
Upon　his　senses；　and　the　kindling　beam
Of　the　new　fire；　which　Zoe　kept　up；　kneeling
To　stir　her　viands；　made　him　quite　awake
And　long　for　food；　but　chiefly　a　beef…steak。

But　beef　is　rare　within　these　oxless　isles；
Goat's　flesh　there　is；　no　doubt；　and　kid；　and　mutton；
And；　when　a　holiday　upon　them　smiles；
A　joint　upon　their　barbarous　spits　they　put　on：
But　this　occurs　but　seldom；　between　whiles；
For　some　of　these　are　rocks　with　scarce　a　hut　on；
Others　are　fair　and　fertile；　among　which
This；　though　not　large；　was　one　of　the　most　rich。

I　say　that　beef　is　rare；　and　can't　help　thinking
That　the　old　fable　of　the　Minotaur…
From　which　our　modern　morals　rightly　shrinking
Condemn　the　royal　lady's　taste　who　wore
A　cow's　shape　for　a　mask…　was　only　（sinking
The　allegory）　a　mere　type；　no　more；
That　Pasiphae　promoted　breeding　cattle；
To　make　the　Cretans　bloodier　in　battle。

For　we　all　know　that　English　people　are
Fed　upon　beef…　I　won't　say　much　of　beer；
Because　't　is　liquor　only；　and　being　far
From　this　my　subject；　has　no　business　here；
We　know；　too；　they　very　fond　of　war；
A　pleasure…　like　all　pleasures…　rather　dear；
So　were　the　Cretans…　from　which　I　infer
That　beef　and　battles　both　were　owing　to　her。

But　to　resume。　The　languid　Juan　raised
His　head　upon　his　elbow；　and　he　saw
A　sight　on　which　he　had　not　lately　gazed；
As　all　his　latter　meals　had　been　quite　raw；
Three　or　four　things；　for　which　the　Lord　he　praised；
And；　feeling　still　the　famish'd　vulture　gnaw；
He　fell　upon　whate'er　was　offer'd；　like
A　priest；　a　shark；　an　alderman；　or　pike。

He　ate；　and　he　was　well　supplied：　and　she；
Who　watch'd　him　like　a　mother；　would　have　fed
Him　past　all　bounds；　because　she　smiled　to　see
Such　appetite　in　one　she　had　deem'd　dead；
But　Zoe；　being　older　than　Haidee；
Knew　（by　tradition；　for　she　ne'er　had　read）
That　famish'd　people　must　be　slowly　nurst；
And　fed　by　spoonfuls；　else　they　always　burst。

And　so　she　took　the　liberty　to　state；
Rather　by　deeds　than　words；　because　the　case
Was　urgent；　that　the　gentleman；　whose　fate
Had　made　her　mistress　quit　her　bed　to　trace
The　sea…shore　at　this　hour；　must　leave　his　plate；
Unless　he　wish'd　to　die　upon　the　place…
She　snatch'd　it；　and　refused　another　morsel；
Saying；　he　had　gorged　enough　to　make　a　horse　ill。

Next　they…　he　being　naked；　save　a　tatter'd
Pair　of　scarce　decent　trowsers…　went　to　work；
And　in　the　fire　his　recent　rags　they　scatterd；
And　dress'd　him；　for　the　present；　like　a　Turk；
Or　Greek…　that　is；　although　it　not　much　matter'd；
Omitting　turban；　slippers；　pistols；　dirk；…
They　furnish'd　him；　entire；　except　some　stitches；
With　a　clean　shirt；　and　very　spacious　breeches。

And　then　fair　Haidee　tried　her　tongue　at　speaking；
But　not　a　word　could　Juan　prehend；
Although　he　listen'd　so　that　the　young　Greek　in
Her　earnestness　would　ne'er　have　made　an　end；
And；　as　he　interrupted　not；　went　eking
Her　speech　out　to　her　protege　and　friend；
Till　pausing　at　the　last　her　breath　to　take；
She　saw　he　did　not　understand　Romaic。

And　then　she　had　recourse　to　nods；　and　signs；
And　smiles；　and　sparkles　of　the　speaking　eye；
And　read　（the　only　book　she　could）　the　lines
Of　his　fair　face；　and　found；　by　sympathy；
The　answer　eloquent；　where　soul