文档介绍：A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
A Dome of Many-
Coloured Glass
by Amy Lowell
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A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
"Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance
of Eternity."
Shelley, "Adonais".
"Le silence est si grand que mon coeur en frissonne, Seul, le bruit de
mes pas sur le pave resonne."
Albert Samain.
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A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
Lyrical Poems
Before the Altar
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it
perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. Not one
of all these has he given, No flame of his has leapt to Heaven Firesouled,
vermilion-hearted, Forked, and darted, Consuming what a few spare pence
Have cheaply bought, to fling from hence In idly-asked petition.
His sole condition Love and poverty. And while the moon Swings
slow across the sky, Athwart a waving pine tree, And soon Tips all the
needles there With silver sparkles, bitterly He gazes, while his soul Grows
hard with thinking of the poorness of his dole.
"Shining and distant Goddess, hear my prayer Where you swim in the
high air! With charity look down on me, Under this tree, Tending the gifts
I have not brought, The rare and goodly things I have not sought. Instead,
take from me all my life!
"Upon the wings Of shimmering moonbeams I pack my poet's dreams
For you. My wearying strife, My courage, my loss, Into the night I toss
For you. Golden Divinity, Deign to look down on me Who so unworthily
Offers to you: All life has known, Seeds withered unsown, Hopes turning
quick to fears, Laughter which dies in tears. The shredded remnant of a
man Is all the span pass of my offering to you.
"Empty and silent, I Kneel before your pure, calm majesty. On this
stone, in this urn I pour my heart and watch it burn, Myself the sacrifice;
but be Still unmoved: Divinity."
From the altar, bathed in moonlight, The smoke rose straight in the
quiet night.
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A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
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