Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be II Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, 'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft enamoured breath, With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath, He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death. III Oh, weep for Adonais - he is dead! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep! For he is gone where all things wise and fair Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair. IV Most musical of mourners, weep again! Lament anew, Urania! — He died, Who was the sire of an immortal strain, Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride V ost musical of mourners, weep anew! ch leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VI ut now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished, ke a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished, hy extreme hope, the loveliest and the last, VII o that high Capital, where kingly Death aste, while the vault of blue Italian day VIII e will awake no more, oh, never more! ithin the twilight chamber spreads apace he shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place; Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw. IX Oh, weep for Adonais ! — The quick Dreams, The passion-wingèd Ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught Wander no more, from kindling brain to brain, But droop there, whence they sprung; and mourn their lot Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength, nor find a home again. X And one with trembling hand clasps his cold head, A tear some dream hath loosened from his brain." She knew not 't was her own, as with no stain XI One from a lucid urn of starry dew Washed his light limbs, as if embalming them; A greater loss with one which was more weak; With lightning and with music; the damp death And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath Of moonlight vapour, which the cold night clips, t flushed through his pale limbs, and passed to its eclipse. XIII And others came, Desires and Adorations, Splendours and Glooms and glimmering Incarnations And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Came in slow pomp; - the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream. XIV All he had loved, and moulded into thought Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, Afar the melancholy thunder moaned, Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay, And the wild winds flew around, sobbing in their dismay. XV Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, Than those for whose disdain she pined away Murmur, between their songs, is all the woodmen hear. XVI Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, Nor to himself Narcissus, as to both Thou, Adonais ; wan they stand and sere XVII Thy spirit's sister, the lorn nightingale, Mourns not her mate with such melodious pain: XVIII Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone, 'The ants, the bees, the swallows, reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons' bier; The amorous birds now pair in every brake, And build their mossy homes in field and brere; And the green lizard, and the golden snake, Like unimprisoned flames, out of their trance awake. XIX Through wood and stream and field and hill and Ocean A quickening life from the Earth's heart has burst, As it has ever done, with change and motion, |