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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 must 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 to sorrow.


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 core,
A wound more fierce than his 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 stung,
From her ambrosial rest the fading Splendour sprung.


She rose like an autumnal Night, that springs
Out of the East, and follows wild and drear
The golden Day, which, on eternal wings,
Even as a ghost abandoning a bier,
Has left the Earth a corpse. Sorrow and fear
So struck, so roused, so rapt, Urania,
So saddened round her like an atmosphere

Of stormy mist; so swept her on her way,
Even to the mournful place where Adonais lay.


Out of her secret Paradise she sped,
Through camps and cities rough with stone, and steel,
And human hearts, which to her aery 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 way.


In the death-chamber for a moment Death,
Shamed by the presence of that living Might,
Blushed to annihilation, and the breath
Revisited those lips, and life's pale light
Flashed through those limbs, so late her dear delight.

Leave me not wild and drear and comfortless,
As silent lightning leaves the starless night!

Leave me not!” cried Urania : her distress Roused Death: Death rose and smiled, and met her vain

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live ;

Stay yet awhile! speak to me once again ;
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may
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 !


“O gentle child, beautiful as thou wert,
Why didst thou leave the trodden paths of men
Too soon, and with weak hands though mighty heart
Dare the unpastured dragon in his den ?
Defenceless as thou wert, oh! where was then
Wisdom the mirror'd shield, or scorn the spear?
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.


“ 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 lying low.


“ 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 it is 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.”..


Thus ceased she: and the mountain shepherds came,
Their garlands sere, their magic mantles rent;
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow; from her wilds Ierne sent

The sweetest lyrist of her saddest wrong,
And love taught grief to fall like music from his tongue.


'Midst others of less note, came one frail Form,
A phantom among men, companionless
As the last cloud of an expiring storm,
Whose thunder is its knell ; he, as I guess,
Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness,
Actæon-like, and now he fled astray
With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness,

And his own thoughts, along that rugged way,
Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their



A pard-like Spirit beautiful and swift-
A love in desolation masked ;-a Power
Girt round with weakness ;—it can scarce uplift
The weight of the superincumbent hour;
It is a dying lamp, a falling shower,
A breaking billow ;-even whilst we speak
Is it not broken? On the withering flower

The killing sun smiles brightly: on a cheek
The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.


His head was bound with pansies over-blown,
And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue ;
And a light spear topped with a cypress cone,
Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew
Yet dripping with the forest’s noon-day dew,
Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart
Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew

He came the last, neglected and apart ;
A herd-abandoned deer, struck by the hunter's dart.


All stood aloof, and at his partial moan
Smiled through their tears; well knew that gentle band
Who in another's fate now wept his own;
As in the accents of an unknown land
He sang new sorrow; sad Urania scanned
The Stranger's mien, and murmured: “Who art thou?”
He answered not, but with a sudden hand

Made bare his branded and ensanguined brow,
Which was like Cain's or Christ's. Oh! that it should be so !


What softer voice is hushed over the dead ?
Athwart what brow is that dark mantle thrown ?
What form leans sadly o'er the white death-bed,
In mockery of monumental stone,
The heavy heart heaving without a moan ?
If it be he, who, gentlest of the wise,
Taught, soothed, loved, honoured the departed one;

Let me not vex, with inharmonious sighs,
The silence of that heart's accepted sacrifice.

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