THE AMBER SPYGLASS
The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations; The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up; The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk & dry'd Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing, awakening, Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds & bars are the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field, Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air; Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing, Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years, Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open; And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's look behind at every step & believe it is a dream, Singing: The Sun has left his blackness & has found a fresher morning, And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night; For Empire is no more, and now the Lion & Wolf shall America: A Prophecy by William Blake O stars, isn't it from you that the lover's desire for the face of his beloved arises? Doesn't his secret insight into her pure features come from the pure constellations?-from The Third Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the night is cold and delicate and full of angels Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up, The chime goes are together at last, though far The Ecclesiast by John Ashbery作者:菲利普·普尔曼 标签:THEAMBERSPYGLASS菲利普·普尔曼琥珀望远镜_完整目录在线全文阅读
