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Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song
Edmund Spenser 의 시 Prothalamion에 나오는 구절

Prothalamion

Edmund Spenser

CALM was the day, and through the trembling air

Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play,

A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay

Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair;

When I whose sullen care,

Through discontent of my long fruitless stay

In prince's court, and expectation vain

Of idle hopes, which still do fly away

Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain,

Walked forth to ease my pain

Along the shore of silver streaming Thames,

Whose rutty bank, the which his river hems,

Was painted all with variable flowers,

And all the meads adorned with dainty gems,

Fit to deck maidens' bowers,

And crown their paramours,

Against the bridal day, which is not long:

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

There, in a meadow, by the river's side,

A flock of nymphs I chanced to espy,

All lovely daughters of the flood thereby,

With goodly greenish locks, all loose untied,

As each had been a bride;

And each one had a little wicker basket,

Made of fine twigs, entrailed curiously,

In which they gathered flowers to fill their flasket,

And with fine fingers cropt full featously

The tender stalks on high.

Of every sort, which in that meadow grew,

They gathered some; the violet pallid blue,

The little daisy, that at evening closes,

The virgin lily, and the primrose true,

With store of vermeil roses,

To deck their bridegrooms' posies

Against the bridal day, which was not long:

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

With that, I saw two swans of goodly hue

Come softly swimming down along the Lee;

Two fairer birds I yet did never see.

The snow which doth the top of Pindus strew,

Did never whiter shew,

Nor Jove himself, when he a swan would be

For love of Leda, whiter did appear:

Yet Leda was they say as white as he,

Yet not so white as these, nor nothing near.

So purely white they were,

That even the gentle stream, the which them bare,

Seemed foul to them, and bade his billows spare

To wet their silken feathers, lest they might

Soil their fair plumes with water not so fair,

And mar their beauties bright,

That shone as heaven's light,

Against their bridal day, which was not long:

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

Eftsoons the nymphs, which now had flowers their fill,

Ran all in haste, to see that silver brood,

As they came floating on the crystal flood.

Whom when they saw, they stood amazed still,

Their wondering eyes to fill.

Them seemed they never saw a sight so fair,

Of fowls so lovely, that they sure did deem

Them heavenly born, or to be that same pair

Which through the sky draw Venus' silver team;

For sure they did not seem

To be begot of any earthly seed,

But rather angels, or of angels' breed:

Yet were they bred of Somers-heat they say,

In sweetest season, when each flower and weed

The earth did fresh array,

So fresh they seemed as day,

Even as their bridal day, which was not long:

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

Then forth they all out of their baskets drew

Great store of flowers, the honour of the field,

That to the sense did fragrant odours yield,

All which upon those goodly birds they threw,

And all the waves did strew,

That like old Peneus' waters they did seem,

When down along by pleasant Tempe's shore,

Scattered with flowers, through Thessaly they stream,

That they appear through lilies' plenteous store,

Like a bride's chamber floor.

Two of those nymphs meanwhile, two garlands bound,

Of freshest flowers which in that mead they found,

The which presenting all in trim array,

Their snowy foreheads therewithal they crowned,

Whilst one did sing this lay,

Prepared against that day,

Against their bridal day, which was not long:

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

'Ye gentle birds, the world's fair ornament,

And heaven's glory, whom this happy hour

Doth lead unto your lovers' blissful bower,

Joy may you have and gentle heart's content

Of your love's complement:

And let fair Venus, that is queen of love,

With her heart-quelling son upon you smile,

Whose smile, they say, hath virtue to remove

All love's dislike, and friendship's faulty guile

For ever to assoil.

Let endless peace your steadfast hearts accord,

And blessed plenty wait upon your board,

And let your bed with pleasures chaste abound,

That fruitful issue may to you afford,

Which may your foes confound,

And make your joys redound

Upon your bridal day, which is not long:

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.'

So ended she; and all the rest around

To her redoubled that her undersong,

Which said their bridal day should not be long.

And gentle echo from the neighbour ground

Their accents did resound.

So forth those joyous birds did pass along,

Adown the Lee, that to them murmured low,

As he would speak, but that he lacked a tongue,

Yet did by signs his glad affection show,

Making his stream run slow.

And all the fowl which in his flood did dwell

Gan flock about these twain, that did excel

The rest so far as Cynthia doth shend

The lesser stars. So they, enranged well,

Did on those two attend,

And their best service lend,

Against their wedding day, which was not long:

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

At length they all to merry London came,

To merry London, my most kindly nurse,

That to me gave this life's first native source;

Though from another place I take my name,

An house of ancient fame.

There when they came, whereas those bricky towers,

The which on Thames' broad aged back do ride,

Where now the studious lawyers have their bowers

There whilom wont the Templar Knights to bide,

Till they decayed through pride:

Next whereunto there stands a stately place,

Where oft I gained gifts and goodly grace

Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell,

Whose want too well now feels my friendless case.

But ah, here fits not well

Old woes but joys to tell

Against the bridal day, which is not long:

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer,

Great England's glory, and the world's wide wonder,

Whose dreadful name late through all Spain did thunder,

And Hercules' two pillars standing near

Did make to quake and fear:

Fair branch of honour, flower of chivalry,

That fillest England with thy triumph's fame,

Joy have thou of thy noble victory,

And endless happiness of thine own name

That promiseth the same:

That through thy prowess and victorious arms,

Thy country may be freed from foreign harms;

And great Elisa's glorious name may ring

Through all the world, filled with thy wide alarms,

Which some brave Muse may sing

To ages following,

Upon the bridal day, which is not long:

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

From those high towers this noble lord issuing,

Like radiant Hesper when his golden hair

In th'Ocean billows he hath bathed fair,

Descended to the river's open viewing,

With a great train ensuing.

Above the rest were goodly to be seen

Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature

Beseeming well the bower of any queen,

With gifts of wit and ornaments of nature,

Fit for so goodly stature;

That like the twins of Jove they seemed in sight,

Which deck the baldric of the heavens bright.

They two forth pacing to the river's side,

Received those two fair birds, their love's delight;

Which, at th' appointed tide,

Each one did make his bride

Against their bridal day, which is not long:

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song

By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept…
찬송가 by the rivers of Babylon 에서 차용

By the rivers of Babylon— there we sat down and there we wept when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there we hung up our harps.
For there our captors asked us for songs, and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
How could we sing the Lord's song in a foreign land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither!
Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy.

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