Il lai di Aotrou e Itroun by J.R.R. Tolkien

Author:J.R.R. Tolkien [Tolkien, J.R.R.]
Language: ita
Format: epub
Publisher: Bompiani
Published: 2023-09-28T00:00:00+00:00

THE CORRIGAN

A Breton Lay – after:

Aotrou Nann Hag ar Gorrigan, a Lay of Leon

II

See how high in their joy they ride,

The young earl and his young bride!

May nought ever their joy divide,

4 Though the world be full of wonder.

There is a song from windows high.

Why do they sing? Light may she lie!

Yestreve there came two babes’ cry

8 As I stood thereunder.

A manchild and a fair maid

Were as lilies fair in cradle laid,

And the earl to his young wife said:

12 “For what doth thy heart hunger?

A son thou hast given me,

And that will I find for thee,

Though I should ride o’er land and lea,

16 And suffer thirst and hunger.

For fowl that swims the shallow mere?

From greenwood the fallow deer?”

“I would fain have the fallow deer,

20 But I would not have thee wander.”

His lance of ash he caught in hand,

His black horse bore him o’er the land.

Under green boughs of Broceliand

24 His horn winds faintly yonder.

A white doe startled beneath the leaves,

He hunted her from the forest-eaves;

Into twilight under the leaves

28 He rode on ever after.

The earth shook beneath the hoof;

The boughs were bent into a roof,

And the sun was woven in that woof,

32 And afar there was a laughter.

The sun was fallen, evening grey.

There twinkled the fountain of the fay

Before the cavern where she lay,

36 A corrigan of Brittany.

Green was the grass, clear the pool;

He laved his face in water cool,

And then he saw her on silver stool

40 Singing a secret litany.

The moon through leaves clear and cold

Her long hair lit; through comb of gold

Each tress she drew, and down it rolled

44 Beside her falling fountain.

He heard her voice and it was cold;

Her words were of the world of old,

When walked no men upon the mould,

48 And young was moon and mountain.

“How darest thou my water wan

To trouble thus, or look me on?

Now shalt thou wed me, or grey and wan

52 Ever stand as stone and wither!”

“I will not wed thee! I am wed;

My young wife lieth in childbed,

And I curse the beast that long me led

56 To thy dark cavern hither.

I will not stand here turned to stone,

But I will leave thee cold alone,

And I will ride to mine own home

60 And the white waters of Christendom.”

“In three days then thou shalt die,

In three days on thy bier lie!”

“In three days I shall live at ease,

And die but when God doth please

65 In the brave wars of Christendom.

But rather would I die this hour

Than lie with thee in thy cold bower,

O! Corrigan, though strange thy power

69 In the old moon singing.”

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