گودایوا (شعر)

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گودایوا نام شعری است که شاعر انگلیسی، آلفرد تنیسون آن را در ۱۸۴۲ و بر مبنای داستان بانو گودایوا سرود. بانو گودایوا (پیرامون ۹۸۰ - ۱۰۶۷) بانویی آنگلوساکسون بود که بنا بر افسانه‌ها، پس از آنکه شوهرش به او قول داد که اگر بپذیرد برهنه در خیابان‌های کاونتری در انگلستان اسب بتازد او نیز مالیات‌های سختگیرانه‌ای را که بر مستاجرینش اعمال کرده خواهد بخشید این شرط شوهرش را پذیرفت و برهنه سوار بر اسب در خیابان‌های شهر اسب تاخت.
متن شعر به انگلیسی
I waited for the train at Coventry;
I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge,
To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped
The citys ancient legend into this:
Not only we, the latest seed of Time,
New men, that in the flying of a wheel
Cry down the past, not only we, that prate
Of rights and wrongs, have loved the people well,
And loathed to see them overtaxd; but she
Did more, and underwent, and overcame,
The woman of a thousand summers back,
Godiva, wife to that grim Earl, who ruled
In Coventry: for when he laid a tax
Upon his town, and all the mothers brought
Their children, clamoring, "If we pay, we starve!"
She sought her lord, and found him, where he strode
About the hall, among his dogs, alone,
His beard a foot before him and his hair
A yard behind. She told him of their tears,
And prayd him, "If they pay this tax, they starve."
Whereat he stared, replying, half-amazed,
"You would not let your little finger ache
For such as these?" -- "But I would die," said she.
He laughd, and swore by Peter and by Paul;
Then fillipd at the diamond in her ear;
"Oh ay, ay, ay, you talk!" -- "Alas!" she said,
"But prove me what I would not do."
And from a heart as rough as Esaus hand,
He answerd, "Ride you naked thro the town,
And I repeal it;" and nodding, as in scorn,
He parted, with great strides among his dogs.
So left alone, the passions of her mind,
As winds from all the compass shift and blow,
Made war upon each other for an hour,
Till pity won. She sent a herald forth,
And bade him cry, with sound of trumpet, all
The hard condition; but that she would loose
The people: therefore, as they loved her well,
From then till noon no foot should pace the street,
No eye look down, she passing; but that all
Should keep within, door shut, and window barrd.
Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there
Unclaspd the wedded eagles of her belt,
The grim Earls gift; but ever at a breath
She lingerd, looking like a summer moon
Half-dipt in cloud: anon she shook her head,
And showerd the rippled ringlets to her knee;
Unclad herself in haste; adown the stair
Stole on; and, like a creeping sunbeam, slid
From pillar unto pillar, until she reachd
The Gateway, there she found her palfrey trapt
In purple blazond with armorial gold.
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listend round her as she rode,
And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.
The little wide-mouthd heads upon the spout
Had cunning eyes to see: the barking cur
Made her cheek flame; her palfreys foot-fall shot
Light horrors thro her pulses; the blind walls
Were full of chinks and holes; and overhead
Fantastic gables, crowding, stared: but she
Not less thro all bore up, till, last, she saw
The white-flowerd elder-thicket from the field,
Gleam thro the Gothic archway in the wall.
Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity;
And one low churl, compact of thankless earth,
The fatal byword of all years to come,
Boring a little auger-hole in fear,
Peepd -- but his eyes, before they had their will,
Were shriveld into darkness in his head,
And dropt before him. So the Powers, who wait
On noble deeds, cancelld a sense misused;
And she, that knew not, passd: and all at once,
With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon
Was clashd and hammerd from a hundred towers,
One after one: but even then she gaind
Her bower; whence reissuing, robed and crownd,
To meet her lord, she took the tax away
And built herself an everlasting name.