Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ATTA TROLL; A SUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM: CAPUT 20, by HEINRICH HEINE Poet's Biography First Line: Twas the sunrise. Golden arrows Last Line: And the town jerusalem. Subject(s): Dawn; Dreams; Jerusalem; Love; Sunrise; Nightmares | ||||||||
'TWAS the sunrise. Golden arrows Shot against the white mist fiercely, Which turn'd red, as though sore wounded, And in light and glory melted. Finally the victory's won, And the day, the triumphator, Stood, in full and beaming splendour, On the summit of the mountain. All the birds in noisy chorus Twitter'd in their secret nests, And a smell of herbs arose too, Like a concert of sweet odours. At the earliest dawn of morning To the valley we descended, And whilst friend Lascaro follow'd On the traces of the bear, I the time to kill attempted With my thoughts, and yet this thinking Made me at the last quite weary, And a little mournful even. Weary, then, and mournful sank I On the soft moss-bank beside me. Under yonder mighty ash-tree, Where the little streamlet flow'd, Which, with its mysterious plashing So mysteriously befool'd me, That all thoughts and power of thinking From my spirit pass'd away. And a raging yearning seized me For a dream, for death, for madness, For that woman-rider, whom I In the spirit-march had seen. O ye lovely nightly faces, Scared away by beams of morning, Tell me, whither have ye fleeted? Tell me, where ye dwell at daytime? Under olden temples' ruins, Far away in the Romagna (So 'tis said) Diana refuge Seeks by day from Christ's dominion. Only in the midnight darkness From her hiding place she ventures, And rejoices in the chase With her heathenish companions. And the beauteous fay Abunde Of the Nazarenes is fearful, And throughout the day she lingers Safe within her Avalun. This fair island lies deep-hidden Far off, in the silent ocean Of romance, that none can reach save On the fabled horse's pinions. Never there casts care its anchor, Never there appears a steamer, Full of wonder-seeking blockheads, With tobacco-pipes in mouth. Never reaches there the languid Sound of bells, so dull and tedious, -- That incessant bim-bom clatter Which the fairies so detest. There, in never-troubled pleasure, And in youth eternal blooming, Still resides the joyous lady, Our blond dame, the fay Abunde. Laughingly her walks there takes she Under lofty heliotropes. With her talking train beside her, World-departed Paladins. Well, and thou, Herodias, prythee Say where art thou? Ah, I know it, Thou art dead, and liest buried By the town Jerusalem! Stiffly sleeps by day thy body, In its marble coffin prison'd; Yet the cracking whips and halloing Waken thee at midnight's hour, And the wild array thou followest With Diana and Abunde, With thy merry hunting comrades, Who hold cross and pain detested. O what sweet society! Could I hunt with you by night-time Through the forests! By thy side Always would I ride, Herodias! For 'tis thee I love the dearest! More than yonder Grecian goddess, More than yonder Northern fairy, Love I thee, thou Jewess dead! Yes, I love thee! Well I know it By the trembling of my spirit; Love thou me, and be my darling, Sweet Herodias, beauteous woman I'm the yery knight thou wantest! Little truly it concerns me That thou'rt dead and damn'd already, For I'm free from prejudices. My own happiness 'tis only That concerns me, and at times I Feel inclined to doubt if truly To the living I belong! Take me as thy knight, I pray thee, As thy Cavalier servente, And thy mantle will I carry And e'en all thy whims put up with. Every night I'll ride beside thee, With the army wild careering; Merrily we'll talk and laugh then At my frenzied conversation. Thus the time I'll shorten for thee In the night; but yet by day-time All our joy will fly, and weeping On that grave I'll take my seat. Yes, I'll sit by day-time weeping On the regal vault's sad ruins, On the grave of thee, my loved one, By the town Jerusalem. Aged Jews, who chance to pass me, Then will surely think I'm sorrowing For the temple's desolation, And the town Jerusalem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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