5 10 ADONAIS (1821) I. I weep for Adonais-he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears me Died Adonais; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be II. Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veilèd eyes, 'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise 15 She sate, while one, with soft enamoured breath, 20 Rekindled all the fading melodies, 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! bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep 25 30 35 40 Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair. IV. Most musical of mourners, weep again! Who was the sire of an immortal strain, Trampled and mocked with many a loathèd rite Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite Yet reigns o'er earth, the third among the sons of light. V. Most musical of mourners, weep anew! Not all to that bright station dared to climb; time In which suns perished; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, 45 Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VI. But now, thy youngest, perished, dearest one has The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, 50 55 60 65 70 Most musical of mourners, weep anew! VII. To that high Capital, where kingly Death A grave among the eternal.-Come away! VIII. He will awake no more, oh, never more! IX. Oh, weep for Adonais!-The quick Dreams, 75 Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught 80 The love which was its music, wander not,- Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again. X. 85 And one with trembling hands clasps his cold head, And fans him with her moonlight wings, and cries, "Our love, our hope, our sorrow, is not dead; Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise! She knew not 'twas her own; as with no stain 90 She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain. 95 XI. One from a lucid urn of starry dew Washed his light limbs as if embalming them; 100 XII. Another Splendour on his mouth alit, That mouth, whence it was wont to draw the breath Which gave it strength to pierce the guarded And pass into the panting heart beneath 105 Quenched its caress upon his icy lips; Of moonlight vapour, which the cold night clips, It flushed through his pale limbs, and past to its eclipse. XIII. And others came 110 115 120 Desires and Adorations, Of hopes and fears, and twilight Fantasies; And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream. XIV. All he had loved, and molded into thought, From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound, Lamented Adonais. Morning sought Her eastern watch tower, and her hair unbound, |