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moja mala Switezianka ;) Adam Mickiewicz - The Nymph of Lake Switez Who is the lad so comely and young And who is the maid at his side Who walk by the Switez blue waters, among The moonbeams that shine on its tide? A basket of raspberries she holds out, He gives her a wreath for her hair; The lad is her lover, beyond a doubt, And she is his sweetheart fair. Never a night but at dusk they stand On the shore by the old larch tree; The youth hunts here in the forest land, But the maiden is strange to me. You may ask in vain whence she comes and where She vanishes: no one knows. Like the crowfoot’s moist bloom on the marsh, she is there - Like the will-o’-the-wisp, she goes. “Beautiful maid whom I love so well, Wherefore this secrecy? Where do your father and mother dwell, By what road do you come to me? “Summer is over, the leaves grow brown, And the rains are about to break; Must I always wait here till you wander down To the shore of this desolate lake? “Will you range through the wood like a heedless roe, Forever a ghost in the night? Stay rather with him who will love you so, With me, O my heart’s delight! “My cottage is near where the woodland trees Spread their sheltering branches thick; There is plenty of milk, there is game when you please, And the fruit from the boughs to pick.” “Nay, have done, haughty stripling, my father’s tales Have forewarned me against your art: For the voice of a man is the nightingale’s, But the fox’s is his heart. “And I have more fear of your treachery Than belief in your changing flame; And were I to do what you ask of me Would you always remain the same?” Then the youth knelt down and with sand in his palm He called on the powers of hell He swore by the moon so holy and calm - Will he hold to his oath so well? “I counsel you, hunter, to keep your oath And the promise that here you swore; For woe to the man who shall break it, both While he lives and forevermore.” So saying, she places her wreath on his brow And, making no longer stay, She has waved him good-by from afar and now She is over the field and away. Vainly the hunter increases his speed For her fleetness outmatches his own; She has vanished as light as the wind on the mead, He is left on the shore alone. Alone he returns on the desolate ground Where the marshlands heave and quake And the air is silent - the only sound When the dry twigs rustle and break. He walks by the water with wandering tread, He searches with wandering eyes; On a sudden the winds through the deepwood spread And the waters seethe and rise. They rise and they swell and their depths divide- Oh, phantoms, seen only in dreams! On the field of the Switez all silver-dyed A beautiful maiden gleams! Her face like the petals of some pale rose That is sprinkled with morning dew; Round her heavenly form her light dress blows Like a cloud of a misty hue. “My handsome young stripling,” so o’er and o’er Comes the maiden’s tender croon, “Oh, why do you walk on the desolate shore By the light of the shining moon? “Why do you grieve for a wanton flirt Who has cozened you into her trap, Who has turned your head and has brought you to hurt And who laughs at you now, mayhap? “Oh, heed my soft words and my gentle glance, Sigh and be mournful no more, But come to me here and together we’ll dance On the water’s crystal floor. “You may sleep in the silvery depths at night On a couch in a mirrored tent Upon water lilies soft and white, Amid visions of ravishment.” Her swan bosom gleams through her drapery, The hunter’s glance modestly falls As the maiden draws nearer him over the sea And “Come to me, come!” she calls. Then winging her path on the breeze she sweeps In a rainbow arch away And cutting the waves in the watery deeps She splashes the silver spray. The youth follows after, then pauses once more, He would leap yet he still draws back; And the damp wave goes rippling away from the shore, Luring him on in its track. It lures caressingly over the sand Till his heart melts away in his breast, As when a chaste maid softly presses the hand Of the youth whom she loves the best. No longer he thinks of his own fair maid And the vow that he swore he would keep; By another enchantress his senses are swayed And he runs to his death in the deep. He hastens and gazes, he looks and he hastes, Till already the land is far; He is carried away on the lake’s broad wastes Where its midmost waters are. Now his fingers clasp snowy-cool finger-tips, His eyes meet a beautiful face, He presses his lips against rosy lips, And he circles through dancing space. Then a little breeze whistled, a little cloud broke That had cast its deceiving shade, And the youth knows the maid, now unhid by its cloak- ‘Tis his love of the woodland glade! “Now where is my counsel and where is your oath And the vow so solemnly swore? Oh, woe to the man wh

Revised: 2008-09-24 067-IMG_0671-A (6 1/2 X 9 ?”): A 19th Century Mexican Retablo. St. Michael and the Triumph of Virtue and Justice: General Description of Depiction. This is one of the most common Mexican Retablo depictions of St. Michael. The sword and scales here represent Virtue and Justice and Michael’s role in their triumph over the evils of Satan and his demons. The scales and sword take on added but different meanings in the Retablos depicting Michael’s role as the weigher of souls and the two should not be confused. I am going to attempt to express my thoughts on this subject by breaking it down into parts. I will utilize this particular Retablo for a general description of the subject and address the demons, colors, attributes of St. Michael and other things within other Retablos within this same category. I will also attempt to point out some of the differences or specifics of each particular Retablo. St. Michael is depicted here with a flaming sword in his right hand and an empty balanced scale in his left. The symbolism between right and left will be left for another Retablo. His wings are white here but other depictions will add other colors. His cap or helmet have two feathers wherein other depictions will have one or three and of different colors. The hat, cap or helmet, etc. is also highly symbolic and there will be many other types and symbols beyond this one and the cross on it. Michael is depicted here with rays of light emitting from the upper part of his body; this is rare. He wears a red cape which is the most common depiction. His vest is blue and the dots are really stars which are also fairly common; other depictions will contain much more detail and symbolism. The white skirt is not that common and it is rather plain here; again others will have much more detail and symbolism including in their colors. The green part of his lower clothing is also common but will change in other depictions. The depiction of the demon is fairly common but note that the tail is not forked. The tail and its fork are symbolic in regards to demons (their source of power is in the mouth and tails). Another exception to this particular Retablo is that the demon is being banished to hell, purgatory or the furnace which is obvious by the rocks with flames emitting there from. Most of the Retablos I have seen depict the demon in or on a dark cloud. In this regard it may help to distinguish Michael when he expels Lucifer and his followers from Heaven after their refusal to worship the Son of Man; his battles with Satan, the beasts and demons in the Last Judgment (i.e. as described in the Book of Revelation) and the battles occurring in-between. Here the demon is not chained, another area rich in symbolism. The background is Blue. The symbolism and meaning of the two simple words, virtue and justice, cannot be summarized. I have set out some of the symbolism below. In regards to virtue note that there is not one but many; I have set out the seven virtues (and seven vices for comparison). Note also that “Justice” is one of the seven virtues. The symbols behind the different vices and virtues will help one discover the meaning of this depiction. Another important distinction to keep in mind is that God’s Virtue and Justice is much different than Man’s. God is perfect and absolute; not so man. Therefore virtue and justice in regards to man is governed by progression, evolution, strife, Jihad and all else which comprises the soul’s yearning and path towards the Spirit. Mother Teresa summed it up nicely when she noted that God does not require one to succeed, only that they try. In this respect, virtue is defined and justice is governed not by one’s mistakes but rather what they learn (or do not) from them; the compass is truth. In many western depictions the demon is a serpent or a dragon. However the serpent and dragon are often portrayed as good in Latin America so you see mostly deformed demons in the Mexican Retablos. Michael, Archangel and Saint. Dictionary of Christian Art: From the Hebrew for "who is like God." One of the seven archangels of God in the Old Testament. The guardian angel of Israel (Dan 10:13, 21), Michael brought the ram to save Isaac, witnessed the burning bush, and watched over the battle of Jericho. As the protector of the Church Militant, Michael led the heavenly armies in triumph over the rebellion of Lucifer and the fallen angels (Rv 12:7). He will sound the trumpet of the Last Judgment and will wait at the side of Christ the Judge with a balance scale in which the souls of the dead will be weighed in judgment. As the conveyer of Christian souls, Michael brought Mary a palm branch as the sign of the Annunciation of her prayed-for death. His was one of the voices heard by Joan of Arc. The patron of the sick, of soldiers, and of all Christian souls, Michael was invoked in battle and in danger at sea. In early Christian and byza