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第13部分（第3页）

A　pany　of　phantoms　floated　in　and　out　wearing　tantalizing　garments

of　oblivion。　They　seemed　about　to　dance；　then　vanished。　They　reappeared

half　a　dozen　times；　but　never　unveiled　their　faces。　The　imp　Curiosity

pulled　Memory　by　the　sleeve　and　said；　〃Why　do　they　run　away？　Tis

strange　knavery！〃　Out　ran　Memory　to　capture　them。　After　a　great　deal　of

racing　and　puffing　and　collision　it　apprehended　some　of　the　fugitives

and　brought　them　in。　But　when　it　tore　off　their　masks；　lo！　some　were

disappointingly　monplace；　and　others　were　gipsy　quotations　trying　to

conceal　the　punctuation　marks　that　belonged　to　them。　Memory　was　much

chagrined　to　have　had　such　a　hard　chase　only　to　catch　this　sorry　lot　of

graceless　rogues。

Into　the　rabble　strode　four　stately　giants　who　called　themselves

History；　Philosophy；　Law；　and　Medicine。　They　seemed　too　solemn　and

imposing　to　join　in　a　masque。　But　even　as　I　gazed　at　these　formidable

guests；　they　all　split　into　fragments　which　went　whirling；　dancing　in

divisions；　subdivisions；　re…subdivisions　of　scientific　nonsense！　History

split　into　philology；　ethnology；　anthropology；　and　mythology；　and　these

again　split　finer　than　the　splitting　of　hairs。　Each　speciality　hugged

its　bit　of　knowledge　and　waltzed　it　round　and　round。　The　rest　of　the

pany　began　to　nod；　and　I　felt　drowsy　myself。　To　put　an　end　to　the

solemn　gyrations；　a　troop　of　fairies　mercifully　waved　poppies　over　us

all；　the　masque　faded；　my　head　fell；　and　I　started。　Sleep　had　wakened

me。　At　my　elbow　I　found　my　old　friend　Bottom。

〃Bottom；〃　I　said；　〃I　have　had　a　dream　past　the　wit　of　man　to　say　what

dream　it　was。　Methought　I　was……there　is　no　man　can　tell　what。　The　eye　of

man　hath　not　heard；　the　ear　of　man　hath　not　seen；　his　hand　is　not　able

to　taste；　his　tongue　to　conceive；　nor　his　heart　to　report　what　my　dream

was。〃

A　CHANT　OF　DARKNESS

A　CHANT　OF　DARKNESS

〃_My　wings　are　folded　oer　mine　ears；

My　wings　are　crossed　oer　mine　eyes；

Yet　through　their　silver　shade　appears；

And　through　their　lulling　plumes　arise；

A　Shape；　a　throng　of　sounds。_〃

_Shelleys　〃Prometheus　Unbound。〃_

I　DARE　not　ask　why　we　are　reft　of　light；

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