Of dead endurance, from the slippery, steep, And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs And folds over the world its healing wings. ΙΟ Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when In darkness? where was lorn Urania Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endur- 'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft enamored breath, Rekindled all the fading melodies, 15 With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath, He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death. "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, 230 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! "Oh gentle child, beautiful as thou wert, 235 |