Thesurging,violentcrowdnowcriedaround。”Back,peasants,back!Dohimnoharm!”
SuddenexclaimedaMonsieur,speakingwithalarm;
Thepeasantsmovedaside,andthengaveplaceToMontluc,glitteringwithgoldenlace;
ItwastheBaronofRoquefort!
Thefrightenedgirls,likehuntedhares,Atoncedispers’d,flewhereandthere。
Theshepherds,butamomentafter,Withthrillingfifeandbeaminglaughter,ThebraveandgoodPascalattendedonhisway,Untohishumblehome,as’twerehisnuptialday。
ButMarcel,furious,madwithrage,exclaimed,”Oh!couldIstabandkillthem!ButI’mmaimed!”
OnlyagestureofhislordRestrainedhim,handuponhissword。
Thendidhegrindhisteeth,ashelaybattered,Andinalowandbrokenvoicehemuttered:”Theyloveeachother,anddespisemykindness,Shefavourshim,andsheadmireshisfondness;
Ah,well!byMarcel’spatron,I’llnottarryTomakethemsmart,andFranconnetteNootherhusbandthanmyselfshallmarry!”
SECONDPART。
TheEnamouredBlacksmith——HisFretfulMother——TheBuskingSoiree——Pascal’sSong——TheSorcereroftheBlackForest——
TheGirlSoldtotheDemon。
SinceRoquefortfete,one,two,threemonthshavefled;
Thedancingfrolic,withtheharvestended;
Theout-doorsportsarebanished——
Forwintercomes;theairissadandcold,itsighsUnderthevaultedskies。
Atfallofnight,noneriskstowalkacrossthefields,Foreachone,sadandcheerless,beeldsBeforethegreatfiresblazing,Ortalksofwolfishfiends[3]amazing;
Andsorcerers——tomakeoneshudderwithaffright——
Thatwalkaroundthecotssowight,Or’neaththegloomyelms,andbyfarmyardsatnight。
ButnowatlasthasChristmascome,AndlittleJack,whobeatsthedrum,Criesroundthehamlet,withhisbeamingface:”Comebriskenup,youmaidensfair,Amerrybusking[4]shalltakeplaceOnFriday,firstnightoftheyear!”
Ah!nowthehappyyouthsandmaidensfairProclaimedthedrummer’swords,sobrightandrare。
ThenewswerecarriedfarandnearLightasabirdmostfleetWithwingstocarrythoughtssosweet。
Thesun,withbeamingrays,hadscarcelyshoneEreeverywherethejoyousnewshadflown;
Ateveryfiresidetheywereknown,Byeveryhearth,inconversekeen,Thebuskingwasthetheme。
ButwhentheFridaycame,afrozendewwasraining,Andbyafirelessforgeamothersatcomplaining;
Andtoherson,whosatthereby,Shespokeatlastentreatingly:”Hastthouforgotthesummerday,myboy,whenthoudidstcomeAllbleedingfromthefuriousfray,tothesoundofmusichome?
HowIhavesufferedforyoursorrow,Andallthatyouhavehadtogothrough。
LonghaveItroubledforyourarm!Formercy’ssakeOh!gonotforthto-night!Idreamtofflowersagain,Andwhatmeansthat,Pascal,butsomuchtearsandpain!””Nowartthoucraven,mother!andsee’stthatlife’sallblack,Butwhereforetremble,sinceMarcelhasgone,andcomesnotback!””Ohyet,myson,doyoutakeheed,Ipray!
ForthewizardoftheBlackWoodisroamingroundthisway;
Thesamewhowroughtsuchhavoc,’twasbutayearagone,Theytellmeonewasseentocomefrom’scaveatdawnButtwodayspast——itwasasoldier;nowWhatifthiswereMarcel?Oh,mychild,dotakecare!
Eachmothergiveshercharmsuntohersons;dothouTakemine;butIbeseech,gonotforthanywhere!””Justforonelittlehour,mineeyestosetOnmyfriendThomas,whomI’mboundtomeet!””Thyfriend,indeed!Nay,nay!ThoumeanestFranconnette,Whomthoulovesdearly!Iwishthou’dlovesomeothermaid!
Oh,yes!Ireaditinthineeyes!
Thoughthousing’st,artgay,thysecretbravelykeeping,ThatImaynotbesad,yetallalonethou’rtweeping——
Myheadachesforthymisery;
Yetleaveher,forthineowngood,mydearPascal;
Shewouldsogreatlyscornaworkingsmithlikethee,Withmotheroldinpenury;
Forpoorweare——thouknowesttruly。”Howwehavesoldandsoldfillscarceascytheremains。
Oh,darkthedaysthishousehathseenSince,Pascal,thousoillhastbeen;
Nowthouartwell,arouse!dosomethingforourgainsOrrestthee,ifthouwilt;withsufferingwecanfight;
But,forGod’slove,oh!gonotforthto-night!”
Andthepoormother,quiteundone,Cried,whilethuspleadingwithherson,Who,leaningonhisblacksmith’sforgeThestiflingsobsquelledinhisgorge。”’Tisverytrue,”hesaid,”thatwearepoor,ButhadIthatforgot?……Igotowork,mymother,now,besure!”
Nosoonersaidthandone;forinablinkWasheardtheanvil’sclink,Thesparksflewfromtheblacksmith’sfireHigherandstillhigher!
Theforgemanstruckthemoltenirondead,Hammerinhand,asifhehadahundredinhishead!
Butnow,theBuskingwasapace,Andsoon,fromeverycornerplaceThegirlscamewiththeskeinoftheirownmakingTowindupatthissweethearts’merrymeeting。
Inthelargechamber,wheretheysatandwindedThethreads,alldoublygarnished,Thegirls,thelads,pliedhardtheirfinger,AndswiftlywoundtogetherTheclewsoflintsofair,Asfineasanyhair。
Thewindingnowwasdone;andthewhitewine,andrhymsters,Cameforthwithripplingglassandporringers,AndbroughttheirvividvapoursTobrightenuptheircapers——
Ah!iftheprettiestwerethebest,withprideIwouldmyFranconnettedescribe。
Thoughqueenofgames,shewasthelast,notworst,Itisnotthatshereignedatpresent,yetwasfirst。”Hold!Hold!”shecried,thebrown-hairedmaid,Nowshedirectedthemfromsidetoside——
Threewomenmergedinone,theysaid——
Shedances,speaks,sings,allbewitching,Bymaiden’swilesshewassorichin;
Shesingswithsoulofturtle-dove,Shespeakswithgraceangelic;
Shedancesonthewingsoflove——
Sings,speaks,anddances,inaguiseMorethanenoughtoturntheheadmostwise!
Hertriumphiscomplete;alleyesarefixeduponher,Thoughheradorersarebutpeasants;
Hereyesarebeaming,Blazingandsparkling,Andquitebewitching;
Nowonderthatthesweetheartladsareravishedwithher!
ThenThomasroseand,onthecoquettefixingHisardenteyes,thoughblushing,Inlanguagefullofneatness,Andtonesoflute-likesweetness,Thissongbegantosing:
THESYRENWITHAHEARTOFICE。”Oh,tellus,charmingSyren,Withheartoficeunmoved,WhenshallwehearthesoundOfbellsthatringaround,Tosaythatyouhaveloved?
Alwayssofreeandgay,Thosewingsofdazzlingray,Arespreadtoeveryair——
Andallyourfavourshare;
AttractedbytheirlightAllfollowinyourflight。
Butah!believeme,’tisnotbliss,Suchtriumphsdobutpurchasepain;
Whatisittobelovedlikethis,Toherwhocannotloveagain?”You’veseenhowfullofjoyWe’vemarkedthesunarise;
EvensoeachSundaymornWhenyou,beforeoureyes,Bringussuchsweetsurprise。
Withusnewlifeisborn:
Weloveyourangelface,Yourstepsodebonnaire,Yourmienofmaidengrace,Yourvoice,yourlips,yourhair,Youreyesofgentlefire,Allthesewenowadmire!
Butah!believeme,’tisnotbliss,Suchtriumphsdobutpurchasepain;
Whatisittobelovedlikethis,Toherwhocannotloveagain?”Alas!ourgrovesaredullWhenwidowedofthysight,AndneitherhedgenorfieldTheirperfumeseemtoyield;
TheblueskyisnotbrightWhenyoureturnoncemore,Allthatwassadisgone,Allnatureyourestore,Webreatheinyoualone;
WecouldyourrosyfingerscoverWithkissesofdelightallover!
Butah!believeme,’tisnotbliss,Suchtriumphsdobutpurchasepain;
Whatisittobelovedlikethis,Toherwhocannotloveagain?
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