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The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; 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
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 From the great morning of the world when
God dawned on Chaos; in its stream im
mersed The lamps of Heaven flash with a softer light; All baser things pant with life's sacred thirst; Diffuse themselves; and spend in love's
delight The beauty and the joy of their renewed might.
xx. The leprous corpse touched by this spirit
tender Exhales itself in flowers of gentle breath ; Like incarnations of the stars, when splen
dour Is changed to fragrance, they illumine death And mock the merry worm that wakes
Naught we know, dies. Shall that alone
which knows Be as a sword consumed before the sheath By sightless lightning ?—th' intense atom
glows A moment, then is quenched in a most cold
XXI. Alas! that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what
scene The actors or spectators ? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life
inust borrow. As long as skies are blue, and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the
morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake
year to sorrow.
XXII. He will awake no more, oh, never more! “ Wake thou,” cried Misery, “childless
Mother, rise “ Out of thy sleep, and slake, in thy heart's
“ A wound more fierce than his with tears
and sighs.” And all the Dreams that watched Urania's
eyes, And all the Echoes whom their sister's song Had held in holy silence, cried : “Arise !” Swift as a Thought by the snake Memory
From her ambrosial rest the fading Splendour
She rose like an autumnal Night, that springs
Of stormy mist; so swept her on her way Even to the mournful place where Adonais lay.
XXIV. Out of her secret Paradise she sped, Through camps and cities rough with stone,
and steel, And human hearts, which to her aëry tread Yielding not, wounded the invisible Palms of her tender feet where'er they fell : And barbed tongues, and thoughts more sharp
than they, Rent the soft Form they never could repel, Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of
May, Paved with eternal flowers that undeserving
In the death chamber for a moment Death,
“ As silent lightning leaves the starless
night! “ Leave me not!” cried Urania : her distress Roused Death: Death rose and smiled, and
met her vain caress.
XXVI. “ Stay yet awhile! speak to me once again; “ Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live; “ And in my heartless breast and burning
brain “ That word, that kiss shall all thoughts else
survive, “ With food of saddest memory kept alive, “ Now thou art dead, as if it were a part “Of thee, my Adonais ! I would give
“ All that I am to be as thou now art ! “ But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
XXVII. “Oh gentle child, beautiful as thou wert, “Why didst thou leave the trodden paths of
men “ Too soon, and with weak hands thougl.
mighty heart “Dare the unpastured dragon in his den? “Defenceless as thou wert, oh where was then “Wisdom the mirrored shield, or scorn the
“Or hadst thou waited the full cycle, when “Thy spirit should have filled its crescent
sphere, “The monsters of life's waste had fled from
thee like deer.
XXVIII. “The herded wolves, bold only to pursue ;
“The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the
dead; “ The vultures to the conqueror's banner true, “Who feed where Desolation first has fed, “And whose wings rain contagion ;-how
they fled, “When like Apollo, from his golden bow, “The Pythian of the age one arrow sped “And smiled !—The spoilers tempt no second
blow; “ They fawn on the proud feet that spurn them
XXIX. “The sun comes forth, and many reptiles
spawn; “He sets, and each ephemeral insect then “Is gathered into death without a dawn, “And the immortal stars awake again; “So is it in the world of living men: “A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight “Making earth bare and veiling heaven, and
when “It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared
its light “Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful • night.”
xxx. Thus ceased she: and the mountain shep
1 Byron. -ED.