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the complete poetical works-第183章

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THE PARENTS。

                        Rabboni; yea;

We know this is our son。



PHARISEES。

                  Was he born blind?



THE PARENTS。

He was born blind。



PHARISEES。

          Then how doth he now see?



THE PARENTS; aside。

What answer shall we make?  If we confess

It was the Christ; we shall be driven forth

Out of the Synagogue!

                  We know; Rabboni;

This is our son; and that he was born blind;

But by what means he seeth; we know not;

Or who his eyes hath opened; we know not。

He is of age; ask him; we cannot say;

He shall speak for himself。



PHARISEES。

                   Give God the praise!

We know the man that healed thee is a sinner!



THE BEGGAR。

Whether He be a sinner; I know not;

One thing I know; that whereas I was blind;

I now do see。



PHARISEES。

            How opened he thine eyes?

What did he do?



THE BEGGAR。

               I have already told you。

Ye did not hear: why would ye hear again?

Will ye be his disciples?



PHARISEES。

                         God of Moses!

Are we demoniacs; are we halt or blind;

Or palsy…stricken; or lepers; or the like;

That we should join the Synagogue of Satan;

And follow jugglers?  Thou art his disciple;

But we are disciples of Moses; and we know

That God spake unto Moses; but this fellow;

We know not whence he is!



THE BEGGAR。

                       Why; herein is

A marvellous thing!  Ye know not whence he is;

Yet he hath opened mine eyes!  We know that God

Heareth not sinners; but if any man

Doeth God's will; and is his worshipper;

Him doth he hear。  Oh; since the world began

It was not heard that any man hath opened

The eyes of one that was born blind。  If He

Were not of God; surely he could do nothing!



PHARISEES。

Thou; who wast altogether born in sins

And in iniquities; dost thou teach us?

Away with thee out of the holy places;

Thou reprobate; thou beggar; thou blasphemer!



THE BEGGAR is cast out。





XI



SIMON MAGUS AND HELEN OF TYRE



On the house…top at Endor。  Night。  A lighted lantern on a table。



SIMON。

Swift are the blessed Immortals to the mortal

That perseveres!  So doth it stand recorded

In the divine Chaldaean Oracles

Of Zoroaster; once Ezekiel's slave;

Who in his native East betook himself

To lonely meditation; and the writing

On the dried skins of oxen the Twelve Books

Of the Avesta and the Oracles!

Therefore I persevere; and I have brought thee

From the great city of Tyre; where men deride

The things they comprehend not; to this plain

Of Esdraelon; in the Hebrew tongue

Called Armageddon; and this town of Endor;

Where men believe; where all the air is full

Of marvellous traditions; and the Enchantress

That summoned up the ghost of Samuel

Is still remembered。  Thou hast seen the land;

Is it not fair to look on?



HELEN。

                        It is fair;

Yet not so fair as Tyre。



SIMON。

                    Is not Mount Tabor

As beautiful as Carmel by the Sea?



HELEN。

It is too silent and too solitary;

I miss the tumult of the street; the sounds

Of traffic; and the going to and fro

Of people in gay attire; with cloaks of purple;

And gold and silver jewelry!



SIMON。

                            Inventions

Of Abriman; the spirit of the dark;

The Evil Spirit!



HELEN。

                 I regret the gossip

Of friends and neighbors at the open door

On summer nights。



SIMON。

              An idle waste of time。



HELEN。

The singing and the dancing; the delight

Of music and of motion。  Woe is me;

To give up all these pleasures; and to lead

The life we lead!



SIMON。

            Thou canst not raise thyself

Up to the level of my higher thought;

And though possessing thee; I still remain

Apart from thee; and with thee; am alone

In my high dreams。



HELEN。

              Happier was I in Tyre。

Oh; I remember how the gallant ships

Came sailing in; with ivory; gold; and silver;

And apes and peacocks; and the singing sailors;

And the gay captains with their silken dresses;

Smelling of aloes; myrrh; and cinnamon!



SIMON。

But the dishonor; Helen!  Let the ships

Of Tarshish howl for that!



HELEN。

                  And what dishonor?

Remember Rahab; and how she became

The ancestress of the great Psalmist David;

And wherefore should not I; Helen of Tyre;

Attain like honor?



SIMON。

                Thou art Helen of Tyre;

And hast been Helen of Troy; and hast been Rahab;

The Queen of Sheha; and Semiramis;

And Sara of seven husbands; and Jezebel;

And other women of the like allurements;

And now thou art Minerva; the first Aeon;

The Mother of Angels!



HELEN。

                  And the concubine

Of Simon the Magician!  Is it honor

For one who has been all these noble dames;

To tramp about the dirty villages

And cities of Samaria with a juggler?

A charmer of serpents?



SIMON。

                He who knows himself

Knows all things in himself。  I have charmed thee;

Thou beautiful asp: yet am I no magician;

I am the Power of God; and the Beauty of God!

I am the Paraclete; the Comforter!



HELEN。

Illusions!  Thou deceiver; self…deceived!

Thou dost usurp the titles of another;

Thou art not what thou sayest。



SIMON。

                           Am I not?

Then feel my power。



HELEN。

Would I had ne'er left Tyre!



He looks at her; and she sinks into a deep sleep。



SIMON。

Go; see it in thy dreams; fair unbeliever!

And leave me unto mine; if they be dreams;

That take such shapes before me; that I see them;

These effable and ineffable impressions

Of the mysterious world; that come to me

From the elements of Fire and Earth and Water;

And the all…nourishing Ether!  It is written;

Look not on Nature; for her name is fatal!

Yet there are Principles; that make apparent

The images of unapparent things;

And the impression of vague characters

And visions most divine appear in ether。

So speak the Oracles; then wherefore fatal?

I take this orange…bough; with its five leaves;

Each equidistant on the upright stem;

And I project them on a plane below;

In the circumference of a circle drawn

About a centre where the stem is planted;

And each still equidistant from the other;

As if a thread of gossamer were drawn

Down from each leaf; and fastened with a pin。

Now if from these five points a line be traced

To each alternate point; we shall obtain

The Pentagram; or Solomon's Pentangle;

A charm against all witchcraft; and a sign;

Which on the banner of Antiochus

Drove back the fierce barbarians of the North;

Demons esteemed; and gave the Syrian King

The sacred name of Soter; or of Savior。

Thus Nature works mysteriously with man;

And from the Eternal One; as from a centre;

All things proceed; in fire; air; earth; and water;

And all are subject to on
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