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第38章 LETTER--To Robert Burns(2)

Was it not as unhappy a thing,Sir,for you,as it was fortunate for Letters and for Scotland,that you were born at the meeting of two ages and of two worlds--precisely in the moment when bookish literature was beginning to reach the people,and when Society was first learning to admit the low-born to her Minor Mysteries?Before you how many singers not less truly poets than yourself--though less versatile not less passionate,though less sensuous not less simple--had been born and had died in poor men's cottages!There abides not even the shadow of a name of the old Scotch song-smiths,of the old ballad-makers.The authors of "Clerk Saunders,"of "The Wife of Usher's Well,"of "Fair Annie,"and "Sir Patrick Spens,"and "The Bonny Hind,"are as unknown to us as Homer,whom in their directness and force they resemble.They never,perhaps,gave their poems to writing;certainly they never gave them to the press.On the lips and in the hearts of the people they have their lives;and the singers,after a life obscure and untroubled by society or by fame,are forgotten."The Iniquity of Oblivion blindly scattereth his Poppy."Had you been born some years earlier you would have been even as these unnamed Immortals,leaving great verses to a little clan--verses retained only by Memory.You would have been but the minstrel of your native valley:the wider world would not have known you,nor you the world.Great thoughts of independence and revolt would never have burned in you;indignation would not have vexed you.Society would not have given and denied her caresses.

You would have been happy.Your songs would have lingered in all "the circle of the summer hills;"and your scorn,your satire,your narrative verse,would have been unwritten or unknown.To the world what a loss!and what a gain to you!We should have possessed but a few of your lyrics,as When o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin-time is near,my jo;And owsen frae the furrowed field,Return sae dowf and wearie O!

How noble that is,how natural,how unconsciously Greek!You found,oddly,in good Mrs.Barbauld,the merits of the Tenth Muse:

In thy sweet sang,Barbauld,survives Even Sappho's flame!

But how unconsciously you remind us both of Sappho and of Homer in these strains about the Evening Star and the hour when the Day [Greek text]?Had you lived and died the pastoral poet of some silent glen,such lyrics could not but have survived;free,too,of all that in your songs reminds us of the Poet's Corner in the "Kirkcudbright Advertiser."We should not have read how Phoebus,gilding the brow o'morning,Banishes ilk darksome shade!

Still we might keep a love-poem unexcelled by Catullus,Had we never loved sae kindly,Had we never loved sae blindly,Never met--or never parted,We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

But the letters to Clarinda would have been unwritten,and the thrush would have been untaught in "the style of the Bird of Paradise."A quiet life of song,fallentis semita vitae,was not to be yours.

Fate otherwise decreed it.The touch of a lettered society,the strife with the Kirk,discontent with the State,poverty and pride,neglect and success,were needed to make your Genius what it was,and to endow the world with "Tam o'Shanter,"the "Jolly Beggars,"and "Holy Willie's Prayer."Who can praise them too highly--who admire in them too much the humour,the scorn,the wisdom,the unsurpassed energy and courage?So powerful,so commanding,is the movement of that Beggars'Chorus,that,methinks,it unconsciously echoed in the brain of our greatest living poet when he conceived the "Vision of Sin."You shall judge for yourself.Recall:

Here's to budgets,bags,and wallets!

Here's to all the wandering train!

Here's our ragged bairns and callets!

One and all cry out,Amen!

A fig for those by law protected!

Liberty's a glorious feast!

Courts for cowards were erected!

Churches built to please the priest!

Then read this:

Drink to lofty hopes that cool -

Visions of a perfect state:

Drink we,last,the public fool,Frantic love and frantic hate.

Drink to Fortune,drink to Chance,While we keep a little breath!

Drink to heavy Ignorance,Hob and nob with brother Death!

Is not the movement the same,though the modern speaks a wilder recklessness?

So in the best company we leave you,who were the life and soul of so much company,good and bad.No poet,since the Psalmist of Israel,ever gave the world more assurance of a man;none lived a life more strenuous,engaged in an eternal conflict of the passions,and by them overcome--"mighty and mightily fallen."When we think of you,Byron seems,as Plato would have said,remote by one degree from actual truth,and Musset by a degree more remote than Byron.

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