The Works of Frederick Schiller Part 488

THE PLAYING INFANT.

Play on thy mother's bosom, babe, for in that holy isle The error cannot find thee yet, the grieving, nor the guile; Held in thy mother's arms above life's dark and troubled wave, Thou lookest with thy fearless smile upon the floating grave.

Play, loveliest innocence!--Thee yet Arcadia circles round, A charmed power for thee has set the lists of fairy ground; Each gleesome impulse Nature now can sanction and befriend, Nor to that willing heart as yet the duty and the end.

Play, for the haggard labor soon will come to seize its prey.

Alas! when duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away!

HERO AND LEANDER. [34]

A BALLAD.

See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?

The h.e.l.lespont beneath them swells, And roaring cleaves the Dardanelles, The rock-gates of the deep!

Hear you the sea, whose stormy wave, From Asia, Europe clove in thunder?

That sea which rent a world, cannot Rend love from love asunder!

In Hero's, in Leander's heart, Thrills the sweet anguish of the dart Whose feather flies from love.

All Hebe's bloom in Hero's cheek-- And his the hunter's steps that seek Delight, the hills above!

Between their sires the rival feud Forbids their plighted hearts to meet; Love's fruits hang over danger's gulf, By danger made more sweet.

Alone on Sestos' rocky tower, Where upward sent in stormy shower, The whirling waters foam,-- Alone the maiden sits, and eyes The cliffs of fair Abydos rise Afar--her lover's home.

Oh, safely thrown from strand to strand, No bridge can love to love convey; No boatman shoots from yonder sh.o.r.e, Yet Love has found the way.--

That love, which could the labyrinth pierce-- Which nerves the weak, and curbs the fierce, And wings with wit the dull;-- That love which o'er the furrowed land Bowed--tame beneath young Jason's hand-- The fiery-snorting bull!

Yes, Styx itself, that ninefold flows, Has love, the fearless, ventured o'er, And back to daylight borne the bride, From Pluto's dreary sh.o.r.e!

What marvel then that wind and wave, Leander doth but burn to brave, When love, that goads him, guides!

Still when the day, with fainter glimmer, Wanes pale--he leaps, the daring swimmer, Amid the darkening tides; With l.u.s.ty arms he cleaves the waves, And strikes for that dear strand afar; Where high from Hero's lonely tower Lone streams the beacon-star.

In vain his blood the wave may chill, These tender arms can warm it still-- And, weary if the way, By many a sweet embrace, above All earthly boons--can liberal love The lover's toil repay, Until Aurora breaks the dream, And warns the loiterer to depart-- Back to the ocean's icy bed, Scared from that loving heart.

So thirty suns have sped their flight-- Still in that theft of sweet delight Exult the happy pair; Caress will never pall caress, And joys that G.o.ds might envy, bless The single bride-night there.

Ah! never he has rapture known, Who has not, where the waves are driven Upon the fearful sh.o.r.es of h.e.l.l, Plucked fruits that taste of heaven!

Now changing in their season are, The morning and the Hesper star;-- Nor see those happy eyes The leaves that withering droop and fall, Nor hear, when, from its northern hall, The neighboring winter sighs; Or, if they see, the shortening days But seem to them to close in kindness; For longer joys, in lengthening nights, They thank the heaven in blindness.

It is the time, when night and day, In equal scales contend for sway [35]-- Lone, on her rocky steep, Lingers the girl with wistful eyes That watch the sun-steeds down the skies, Careering towards the deep.

Lulled lay the smooth and silent sea, A mirror in translucent calm, The breeze, along that crystal realm, Unmurmuring, died in balm.

In wanton swarms and blithe array, The merry dolphins glide and play Amid the silver waves.

In gray and dusky troops are seen, The hosts that serve the ocean-queen, Upborne from coral caves: They--only they--have witnessed love To rapture steal its secret way: And Hecate [36] seals the only lips That could the tale betray!

She marks in joy the lulled water, And Sestos, thus thy tender daughter, Soft-flattering, woos the sea!

"Fair G.o.d--and canst thou then betray?

No! falsehood dwells with them that say That falsehood dwells with thee!

Ah! faithless is the race of man, And harsh a father's heart can prove; But thee, the gentle and the mild, The grief of love can move!"

"Within these hated walls of stone, Should I, repining, mourn alone, And fade in ceaseless care, But thou, though o'er thy giant tide, Nor bridge may span, nor boat may glide, Dost safe my lover bear.

And darksome is thy solemn deep, And fearful is thy roaring wave; But wave and deep are won by love-- Thou smilest on the brave!"

"Nor vainly, sovereign of the sea, Did Eros send his shafts to thee What time the rain of gold, Bright h.e.l.le, with her brother bore, How stirred the waves she wandered o'er, How stirred thy deeps of old!

Swift, by the maiden's charms subdued, Thou cam'st from out the gloomy waves, And in thy mighty arms, she sank Into thy bridal caves."

"A G.o.ddess with a G.o.d, to keep In endless youth, beneath the deep, Her solemn ocean-court!

And still she smooths thine angry tides, Tames thy wild heart, and favoring guides The sailor to the port!

Beautiful h.e.l.le, bright one, hear Thy lone adoring suppliant pray!

And guide, O G.o.ddess--guide my love Along the wonted way!"

Now twilight dims the waters' flow, And from the tower, the beacon's glow Waves flickering o'er the main.

Ah, where athwart the dismal stream, Shall s.h.i.+ne the beacon's faithful beam The lover's eyes shall strain!

Hark! sounds moan threatening from afar-- From heaven the blessed stars are gone-- More darkly swells the rising sea The tempest labors on!

Along the ocean's boundless plains Lies night--in torrents rush the rains From the dark-bosomed cloud-- Red lightning skirs the panting air, And, loosed from out their rocky lair, Sweep all the storms abroad.

Huge wave on huge wave tumbling o'er, The yawning gulf is rent asunder, And shows, as through an opening pall, Grim earth--the ocean under!

Poor maiden! bootless wail or vow-- "Have mercy, Jove--be gracious, thou!

Dread prayer was mine before!"

What if the G.o.ds have heard--and he, Lone victim of the stormy sea, Now struggles to the sh.o.r.e!

There's not a sea-bird on the wave-- Their hurrying wings the shelter seek; The stoutest s.h.i.+p the storms have proved, Takes refuge in the creek.

"Ah, still that heart, which oft has braved The danger where the daring saved, Love lureth o'er the sea;-- For many a vow at parting morn, That naught but death should bar return, Breathed those dear lips to me; And whirled around, the while I weep, Amid the storm that rides the wave, The giant gulf is grasping down The rash one to the grave!

"False Pontus! and the calm I hailed, The awaiting murder darkly veiled-- The lulled pellucid flow, The smiles in which thou wert arrayed, Were but the snares that love betrayed To thy false realm below!

Now in the midway of the main, Return relentlessly forbidden, Thou loosenest on the path beyond The horrors thou hadst hidden."

Loud and more loud the tempest raves In thunder break the mountain waves, White-foaming on the rock-- No s.h.i.+p that ever swept the deep Its ribs of gnarled oak could keep Unshattered by the shock.

Dies in the blast the guiding torch To light the struggler to the strand; 'Tis death to battle with the wave, And death no less to land!

On Venus, daughter of the seas, She calls the tempest to appease-- To each wild-shrieking wind Along the ocean-desert borne, She vows a steer with golden horn-- Vain vow--relentless wind!

On every G.o.ddess of the deep, On all the G.o.ds in heaven that be, She calls--to soothe in calm, awhile The tempest-laden sea!

"Hearken the anguish of my cries!

From thy green halls, arise--arise, Leucothoe the divine!

Who, in the barren main afar, Oft on the storm-beat mariner Dost gently-saving s.h.i.+ne.

Oh,--reach to him thy mystic veil, To which the drowning clasp may cling, And safely from that roaring grave, To sh.o.r.e my lover bring!"

And now the savage winds are hus.h.i.+ng.

And o'er the arched horizon, blus.h.i.+ng, Day's chariot gleams on high!

Back to their wonted channels rolled, In crystal calm the waves behold One smile on sea and sky!

All softly breaks the rippling tide, Low-murmuring on the rocky land, And playful wavelets gently float A corpse upon the strand!

'Tis he!--who even in death would still Not fail the sweet vow to fulfil; She looks--sees--knows him there!

From her pale lips no sorrow speaks, No tears glide down her hueless cheeks; Cold-numbed in her despair-- She looked along the silent deep, She looked upon the brightening heaven, Till to the marble face the soul Its light sublime had given!