THE MESSENGERS

 

 

One wandering nigh Parnassus chasing hares heard the high Muses¹.

 

"Take us a message to the Golden Town."

 

Thus sang the Muses.

 

But the man said: "They do not call to me. Not to such as me speak the Muses."

 

And the Muses called him by name.

 

"Take us a message," they said, "to the Golden Town."

 

And the man was downcast for he would have chased hares.

 

And the Muses called again.

 

And when whether in valleys or on high crags of the hills he still heard the Muses he went at last to them and heard their message, though he would fain have left it to other men and chased the fleet hares still in happy valleys.

 

And they gave him a wreath of laurels² carved out of emeralds as only the Muses can carve. "By this," they said, "they shall know that you come from the Muses."

 

And the man went from that place and dressed in scarlet³ silks as befitted one that came from the high Muses. And through the gateway⁴ of the Golden Town he ran and cried his message, and his cloak floated behind him. All silent sat the wise men and the aged⁵, they of the Golden Town; cross-legged they sat before their houses reading from parchments a message of the Muses that they sent long before.

 

And the young man cried his message from the Muses.

 

And they rose up and said: "Thou art not from the Muses. Otherwise spake they." And they stoned him and he died.

 

And afterwards they carved his message upon gold; and read it in their temples on holy days.

 

When will the Muses rest? When are they weary? They sent another messenger to the Golden Town. And they gave him a wand of ivory to carry in his hand with all the beautiful stories of the world wondrously⁶ carved thereon. And only the Muses could have carved it. "By this," they said, "they shall know that you come from the Muses."

 

And he came through the gateway of the Golden Town with the message he had for its people. And they rose up at once in the Golden street, they rose from reading the message that they had carved upon gold. "The last who came," they said, "came with a wreath of laurels carved out of emeralds, as only the Muses can carve. You are not from the Muses." And even as they had stoned the last so also they stoned him. And afterwards they carved his message on gold and laid it up in their temples.

 

When will the Muses rest? When are they weary? Even yet once again they sent a messenger under the gateway into the Golden Town. And for all that he wore a garland of gold that the high Muses gave him, a garland of kingcups soft and yellow on his head, yet fashioned of pure gold and by whom but the Muses, yet did they stone him in the Golden Town. But they had the message, and what care the Muses?

 

And yet they will not rest, for some while since I heard them call to me.

 

"Go take our message," they said, "unto the Golden Town."

 

But I would not go. And they spake a second time. "Go take our message," they said.

 

And still I would not go, and they cried out a third time: "Go take our message."

 

And though they cried a third time I would not go. But morning and night they cried and through long evenings.

 

When will the Muses rest? When are they weary? And when they would not cease to call to me I went to them and I said: "The Golden Town is the Golden Town no longer. They have sold their pillars for brass⁷ and their temples for money, they have made coins out of their golden doors. It is become a dark town full of trouble, there is no ease in its streets, beauty has left it and the old songs are gone."

 

"Go take our message," they cried.

 

And I said to the high Muses: "You do not understand. You have no message for the Golden Town, the holy city no longer."

 

"Go take our message," they cried.

 

"What is your message?" I said to the high Muses.

 

And when I heard their message I made excuses, dreading⁸ to speak such things in the Golden Town; and again they bade me go.

 

And I said: "I will not go. None will believe me."

 

And still the Muses cry to me all night long.

 

They do not understand. How should they know?

1 muses   

v.沉思，冥想( muse的第三人称单数 )；沉思自语说（某事）

参考例句：

• We have listened too long to the courtly muses of Europe. 欧洲那种御用的诗才，我们已经听够了。 来自辞典例句
• Shiki muses that this is, at least, probably the right atmosphere. 志贵觉得这至少是正确的气氛。 来自互联网

2 laurels   

n.桂冠，荣誉

参考例句：

• The path was lined with laurels.小路两旁都种有月桂树。
• He reaped the laurels in the finals.他在决赛中荣膺冠军。

3 scarlet   

n.深红色，绯红色，红衣；adj.绯红色的

参考例句：

• The scarlet leaves of the maples contrast well with the dark green of the pines.深红的枫叶和暗绿的松树形成了明显的对比。
• The glowing clouds are growing slowly pale,scarlet,bright red,and then light red.天空的霞光渐渐地淡下去了，深红的颜色变成了绯红，绯红又变为浅红。

4 gateway   

n.大门口，出入口，途径，方法

参考例句：

• Hard work is the gateway to success.努力工作是通往成功之路。
• A man collected tolls at the gateway.一个人在大门口收通行费。

5 aged   

adj.年老的，陈年的

参考例句：

• He had put on weight and aged a little.他胖了，也老点了。
• He is aged,but his memory is still good.他已年老，然而记忆力还好。

6 wondrously   

adv.惊奇地，非常，极其

参考例句：

• She grow wondrously fond of stealing off to corners by herself. 她变得出奇地喜欢独自躲在角落里。 来自辞典例句
• If you but smile, spring zephyrs blow through my spirits, wondrously. 假使你只是仅仅对我微笑，春天的和风就会惊奇的吹过我的心灵间。 来自互联网

7 brass   

n.黄铜；黄铜器，铜管乐器

参考例句：

• Many of the workers play in the factory's brass band.许多工人都在工厂铜管乐队中演奏。
• Brass is formed by the fusion of copper and zinc.黄铜是通过铜和锌的熔合而成的。

8 dreading   

v.害怕，恐惧，担心( dread的现在分词 )

参考例句：

• She was dreading having to broach the subject of money to her father. 她正在为不得不向父亲提出钱的事犯愁。
• This was the moment he had been dreading. 这是他一直最担心的时刻。