ALEXIS AND DORA.
[This beautiful poem was first published in
FARTHER and farther away, alas! at each moment
Hastens, as onward it glides, cleaving the foam-cover'd
Long is the track plough'd up by the keel where dolphins are sporting,
Following fast in its rear, while it seems flying
All forebodes a prosperous voyage; the sailor with calmness
Leans 'gainst the sail, which alone all that is
Forward presses the heart of each seamen, like colours and streamers;
Backward one only is seen, mournfully fix'd near
While on the blue tinged mountains, which fast are receding, he
And as they sink in the sea, joy from his bosom
Vanish'd from thee, too, oh Dora, is now the vessel that robs thee
Of thine Alexis, thy friend,--ah, thy betrothed
Thou, too, art after me gazing in vain. Our hearts are still throbbing,
Though, for each other, yet ah! 'gainst one another
Oh, thou single moment, wherein I found life! thou outweighest
Every day which had else coldly from memory fled.
'Twas in that moment alone, the last, that upon me descended
Life, such as deities grant, though thou perceived'st
Phoebus, in vain with thy rays dost thou clothe the ether in glory:
Thine all-brightening day hateful alone is to me.
Into myself I retreat for shelter, and there, in the silence,
Strive to recover the time when she appear'd with
Was it possible beauty like this to see, and not feel it?
Work'd not those heavenly charms e'en on a mind
dull as thine?
Blame not thyself, unhappy one! Oft doth the bard an enigma
Thus propose to the throng, skillfully hidden in
Each one enjoys the strange commingling of images graceful,
Yet still is wanting the word which will discover
When at length it is found, the heart of each hearer is gladden'd,
And in the poem he sees meaning of twofold delight.
Wherefore so late didst thou remove the bandage, oh Amor,
Which thou hadst placed o'er mine eyes,--wherefore
remove it so late?
Long did the vessel, when laden, lie waiting for favouring breezes,
'Till in kindness the wind blew from the land o'er
Vacant times of youth! and vacant dreams of the future!
Ye all vanish, and nought, saving the moment, remains.
Yes! it remains,--my joy still remains! I hold thee; my Dora,
And thine image alone, Dora, by hope is disclos'd.
Oft have I seen thee go, with modesty clad, to the temple,
While thy mother so dear solemnly went by thy side.
Eager and nimble thou wert, in bearing thy fruit to the
Boldly the pail from the well didst thou sustain
on thy head.
Then was reveal'd thy neck, then seen thy shoulders so beauteous,
Then, before all things, the grace filling thy
motions was seen.
Oft have I fear'd that the pitcher perchance was in danger of falling,
Yet it ever remain'd firm on the circular cloth.
Thus, fair neighbour, yes, thus I oft was wont to observe thee,
As on the stars I might gaze, as I might gaze on
Glad indeed at the sight, yet feeling within my calm bosom
Not the remotest desire ever to call them mine
Years thus fleeted away! Although our houses were only
Twenty paces apart, yet I thy threshold ne'er cross'd.
Now by the fearful flood are we parted! Thou liest to Heaven,
Billow! thy beautiful blue seems to me dark as
All were now in movement; a boy to the house of my father
Ran at full speed and exclaim'd: "Hasten thee quick
to the strand
Hoisted the sail is already, e'en now in the wind it is flutt'ring,
While the anchor they weigh, heaving it up from
Come, Alexis, oh come!"--My worthy stout-hearted father
Press'd, with a blessing, his hand down on my curly-lock'd
While my mother carefully reach'd me a newly-made bundle,
"Happy mayst thou return!" cried they--" both happy
Then I sprang away, and under my arm held the bundle,
Running along by the wall. Standing I found thee
At the door of thy garden. Thou smilingly saidst then "Alexis!
Say, are yon boisterous crew going thy comrades
Foreign coasts will thou visit, and precious merchandise purchase,
Ornaments meet for the rich matrons who dwell in
Bring me, also, I praythee, a light chain; gladly I'll pay thee,
Oft have I wish'd to possess some stich a trinket
There I remain'd, and ask'd, as merchants are wont, with precision
After the form and the weight which thy commission
Modest, indeed, was the price thou didst name! I meanwhile was gazing
On thy neck which deserv'd ornaments worn but by
Loudly now rose the cry from the ship; then kindly thou spakest
"Take, I entreat thee, some fruit out of the garden,
Take the ripest oranges, figs of the whitest; the ocean
Beareth no fruit, and, in truth, 'tis not produced
by each land."
So I entered in. Thou pluckedst the fruit from the branches,
And the burden of gold was in thine apron upheld.
Oft did I cry, Enough! But fairer fruits were still falling
Into the hand as I spake, ever obeying thy touch.
Presently didst thou reached the arbour; there lay there a basket,
Sweet blooming myrtle trees wav'd, as we drew nigh,
o'er our heads.
Then thou began'st to arrange the fruit with skill and in silence:
First the orange, which lay heavy as though 'twere
Then the yielding fig, by the slightest pressure disfigur'd,
And with myrtle the gift soon was both cover'd
But I raised it not up. I stood. Our eyes met together,
And my eyesight grew dim, seeming obscured by a
Soon I felt thy bosom on mine! Mine arm was soon twining
Round thy beautiful form; thousand times kiss'd
I thy neck.
On my shoulder sank thy head; thy fair arms, encircling,
Soon rendered perfect the ring knitting the rapturous
Amor's hands I felt: he press'd us together with ardour,
And, from the firmament clear, thrice did it thunder;
Stream'd from mine eyes in torrents, thou weptest, I wept, both
And, 'mid our sorrow and bliss, even the world
seem'd to die.
Louder and louder they calI'd from the strand; my feet would no
Bear my weight, and I cried:--"Dora! and art thou
"Thine forever!" thou gently didst say. Then the tears we were shedding
Seem'd to be wiped from our eyes, as by the breath
of a god.
Nearer was heard the cry "Alexis!" The stripling who sought me
Suddenly peep'd through the door. How he the basket
How he urged me away! how press'd I thy hand! Wouldst thou ask me
How the vessel I reach'd? Drunken I seem'd, well
Drunken my shipmates believed me, and so had pity upon me;
And as the breeze drove us on, distance the town
"Thine for ever!" thou, Dora, didst murmur; it fell on my senses
With the thunder of Zeus! while by the thunderer's
Stood his daughter, the Goddess of Love; the Graces were standing
Close by her side! so the bond beareth an impress
Oh then hasten, thou ship, with every favouring zephyr!
Onward, thou powerful keel, cleaving the waves
as they foam!
Bring me unto the foreign harbour, so that the goldsmith
May in his workshop prepare straightway the heavenly
Ay, of a truth, the chain shall indeed be a chain, oh my Dora!
Nine times encircling thy neck, loosely around
Other and manifold trinkets I'll buy thee; gold-mounted bracelets,
Richly and skillfully wrought, also shall grace
thy fair hand.
There shall the ruby and emerald vie, the sapphire so lovely
Be to the jacinth oppos'd, seeming its foil; while
Holds all the jewels together, in beauteous union commingled.
Oh, how the bridegroom exults, when he adorns his
Pearls if I see, of thee they remind me; each ring that is shown
Brings to my mind thy fair hand's graceful and
I will barter and buy; the fairest of all shalt thou choose thee,
Joyously would I devote all of the cargo to thee.
Yet not trinkets and jewels alone is thy loved one procuring;
With them he brings thee whate'er gives to a housewife
Fine and woollen coverlets, wrought with an edging of purple,
Fit for a couch where we both, lovingly, gently
Costly pieces of linen. Thou sittest and sewest, and clothest
Me, and thyself, and, perchance, even a third with
Visions of hope, deceive ye my heart! Ye kindly Immortals,
Soften this fierce-raging flame, wildly pervading
Yet how I long to feel them again, those rapturous torments.
When, in their stead, care draws nigh, coldly and
Neither the Furies' torch, nor the hounds of hell with their harking
Awe the delinquent so much, down in the plains
As by the motionless spectre I'm awed, that shows me the fair one
Far away: of a truth, open the garden-door stands!
And another one cometh! For him the fruit, too, is falling,
And for him, also, the fig strengthening honey
Doth she entice him as well to the arbour? He follows? Oh, make
Blind, ye Immortals! efface visions like this from
Yes, she is but a maiden! And she who to one doth so quickly
Yield, to another ere long, doubtless, Will turn
Smile not, Zeus, for this once, at an oath so cruelly broken!
Thunder more fearfully! Strike!--Stay--thy fierce
Hurl at me thy quivering bolt! In the darkness of midnight
Strike with thy lightning this mast, make it a
Scatter the planks all around, and give to the boisterous billows
All these wares, and let me be to the dolphins
Now, ye Muses, enough! In vain would ye strive to depicture
How, in a love-laden breast, anguish alternates
Ye cannot heal the wounds, it is true, that love hath inflicted;
Yet from you only proceeds, kindly ones, comfort