第23部分(第3/6 頁)

gh　to　perceive　these　flights；　and　to　guess　at　the　order　of　this　periodicity。　Both　souls　were　in　close　touch　with　the　spirits　of　their　several　worlds；　and　no　deliberate　human　roles；　no　infractions　of　the　liberty　and　law　of　the　universal　movement；　kept　from　them　the　knowledge　of　recurrences。　Eppur　simuove。　They　knew　that　presence　does　not　exist　without　absence；　they　knew　that　what　is　just　upon　its　flight　of　farewell　is　already　on　its　long　path　of　return。　They　knew　that　what　is　approaching　to　the　very　touch　is　hastening　towards　departure。書　包　網　txt小說上傳分享

人生的節奏（3）

“O　wind；”　cried　Shelley；　in　autumn；　“O　wind；　If　winter　es；　can　spring　be　far　behind？　”

They　knew　that　the　flux　is　equal　to　the　reflux；　that　to　interrupt　with　unlawful　recurrences；　out　of　time；　is　to　weaken　the　impulse　of　onset　and　retreat；　the　sweep　and　impetus　of　movement。　To　live　in　constant　efforts　after　an　equal　life；　whether　the　equality　be　sought　in　mental　production；　or　in　spiritual　sweetness；　or　in　the　joy　of　the　senses；　is　to　live　without　either　rest　or　full　activity。　The　souls　of　certain　of　the　saints；　being　singularly　simple　and　single；　have　been　in　the　most　plete　subjection　to　the　law　of　periodicity。　Ecstasy　and　desolation　visited　them　by　seasons。　They　endured；　during　spaces　of　vacant　time；　the　interior　loss　of　all　for　which　they　had　sacrificed　the　world。　They　rejoiced　in　the　uncovenanted　beatitude　of　sweetness　alighting　in　their　hearts。　Like　them　are　the　poets　whom；　three　times　or　ten　times　in　the　course　of　a　long　life；　the　Muse　has　approached；　touched；　and　forsaken。　And　yet　hardly　like　them；　not　always　so　docile；　nor　so　wholly　prepared　for　the　departure；　the　brevity；　of　the　golden　and　irrevocable　hour。　Few　poets　have　fully　recognised　the　metrical　absence　of　their　Muse。　For　full　re