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Midst others of less note, came one

frail Form, A phantom among men, companion

less As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I

guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness,

275 Actæon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's

wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rug

All stood aloof, and at his partial moan Smiled through their tears; well knew that gentle band

299 Who in another's fate now wept his own; As, in the accents of an unknown land, He sung new sorrow; sad Urania scanned The Stranger's mien, and murmured:

“Who art thou?He answered not, but with a sudden

hand lade bare his branded and ensanguined brow,

ged way,

pursued, like raging hounds, their father

and their prey.

305 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


I leopardlike.

it came,

What form leans sadly o'er the white Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit death-bed,

shall flow In mockery of monumental stone,

310 Back to the burning fountain whence The heavy heart heaving without a moan?

A portion of the Eternal, which must If it be He, who, gentlest of the wise, glow

340 Taught, soothed, loved, honored the Through time and change, unquenchdeparted one,

ably the same, Let me not vex with inharmonious Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid sighs

hearth of shame. The silence of that heart's accepted sacrifice.

315 Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth

not sleepOur Adonais has drunk poison-oh! He hath awakened from the dream of What deaf and viperous murderer could lifecrown

'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, Life's early cup with such a draught of keep

345 woe?

With phantoms an unprofitable strife, The nameless worm would now itself And in mad trance strike with our disown:

spirit's knife It felt, yet could escape the magic tone Invulnerable nothings.-We decay Whose prelude held all envy, hate, and Like corpses in a charnel; fear and wrong,


grief But what was howling in one breast Convulse us and consume us day by alone,


350 Silent with expectation of the song, And cold hopes swarm like worms within Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver our living clay lyre unstrung.

He has outsoared the shadow of our Live thou, whose infamy is not thy night; fame!

325 Envy and calumny and hate and pain, Live! fear no heavier chastisement from And that unrest which men miscall deme,

light, Thou noteless blot on a remembered Can touch him not and torture not name!


355 But be thyself, and know thyself to From the contagion of the world's slow be!

stain And ever at thy season be thou free He is secure, and now can never mourn To spill the venom when thy fangs o'er- A heart grown cold, a head grown grey flow:

in vain; Remorse and Self-contempt shall cling Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to thee;

to burn, Hot Shame shall burn upon thy secret With sparkless ashes load an unlamented brow,


360 And like a beaten hound tremble thou shalt-as now.

He lives, he wakes-'tis Death is dead,

not he; Nor let us weep that our delight is filed Mourn not for Adonais.---Thou young Far from these carrion kites that scream Dawn, below;

335 Turn all thy dew to splendor, for from He wakes or sleeps with the enduring thee dead;

The spirit thou lamentest is not gone; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to now.





Cease, ye faint flowers and fountains, Lifts a young heart above its mortal and thou Air,

lair, Which like a mourning veil thy scarf And love and life contend in it, for what hadst thrown

Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live O'er the abandoned rth, now leave


395 it bare

And move like winds of light on dark and Even to the joyous stars which smile on

stormy air. its despair!

The inheritors of unfulfilled renown He is made one with Nature: there is Rose from their thrones, built beyond heard


mortal thought, His voice in all her music, from the Far in the Unapparent. Chatterton

Rose pale, his solemn agony had not 400 Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet Yet faded from him; Sidney, as he bird;

fought He is a presence to be felt and known And as he fell and as he lived and loved, In darkness and in light, from herb and Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot, stone,

Arose; and Lucan, by his death apSpreading itself where'er that Power proved: may move

Oblivion, as they rose, shrank like a thing Which has withdrawn his being to its reproved.

405 own; Which wields the world with never- And many more, whose names on Earth wearied love,

are dark, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it But whose transmitted effluence cannot above.


So long as fire outlives the parent spark, He is a portion of the loveliness

Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. Which once he made more lovely: he “Thou art become as one of us,” they doth bear

380 cry, His part, while the one Spirit's plastic “It was for thee yon kingless sphere has stress

long Sweeps through the dull dense world, Swung blind in unascended majesty, compelling there

Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. All new successions to the forms they Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper wear;

of our throng!” Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight

Who mourns for Adonais? Oh come To its own likeness, as each mass may forth,

415 bear;

385 Fond wretch! and know thyself and And bursting in its beauty and its him aright. might

Clasp with thy panting soul the penFrom trees and beasts and men into the dulous Earth; Heaven's light.

As from a centre, dart thy spirit's light

Beyond all worlds, until its spacious The splendors of the firmament of time might May be eclipsed, but are extinguished Satiate the void circumference: then not;


420 Like stars to their appointed height Even to a point within our day and they climb,

night; And death is a low mist which cannot And keep thy heart light, lest it make blot

thee sink, The brightness it may veil. When When hope has kindled hope, and lured lofty thought

thee to the brink.



their prey;


Or go to Rome, which is the sepulchre, Its charge to each; and if the seal is Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis set, naught


Here, on one fountain of a mourning That ages, empires, and religions there

mind, Lie buried in the ravage they have Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou wrought;


455 For such as he can lend,--they borrow Thine own well full, if thou returnest not

home, Glory from those who made the world Of tears and gall. From the world's

bitter wind And he is gathered to the kings of Seek shelter in the shadow of the thought


tomb. Who waged contention with their time's What Adonais is, why fear we to bedecay,

come? And of the past are all that cannot pass away.

The One remains, the many change and pass;

460 Go thou to Rome,-at once the Par

Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's adise,

shadows fly; The grave, the city, and the wilder

Life, like a dome of many-colored glass, ness;

Stains the white radiance of Eternity, And where its wrecks like shattered

Until Death tramples it to fragments.mountains rise,

435 Die, And flowering weeds and fragrant copses If thou wouldst be with that which dress

thou dost seek! The bones of Desolation's nakedness

Follow where all is fled !-Rome's azure Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall

sky, lead

Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, Thy footsteps to a slope of green access

are weak Where, like an infant's smile, over the The glory they transfuse with fitting dead

440 truth to speak. A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.

Why linger, why turn back, why shrink, And grey walls moulder round, on which dull Time

Thy hopes are gone before: from all Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary

things here

470 brand;

They have departed; thou shouldst now And one keen pyramid with wedge sub

depart! lime,

A light is past from the revolving Pavilioning the dust of him who year, planned

And man, and woman; and what still is

445 This refuge for his memory, doth stand

dear Like flame transformed to marble; and

Attracts to crush, repels to make thee beneath,

wither. A field is spread, on which a newer band

The soft sky smiles,—the low wind Have pitched in Heaven's smile their

whispers near;


'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, camp of death,

No more let Life divide what Death can Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath.

join together.

450 Here pause: these graves are all too That Light whose smile kindles the young as yet

Universe, To have outgrown the sorrow which That Beauty in which all things work


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That Benediction which the eclipsing A new Ulysses leaves once more

480 Calypso for his native shore.
Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Oh, write no more the tale of Troy,

Which, through the web of being Nor mix with Laian rage the joy

If earth Death's scroll must be! blindly wove

Which dawns upon the free: By man and beast and earth and air and

Although a subtler Sphinx renew sea,

Riddles of death Thebes never knew. Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of Another Athens shall arise,

25 The fire for which all thirst, now beams And to remoter time on me,

485 Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, Consuming the last clouds of cold mor- The splendor of its prime; tality.

And leave, if naught so bright may live,

All earth can take or Heaven can give. 30 The breath whose might I have invoked

Saturn and Love their long repose Descends on me; my spirit's bark is Shall burst, more bright and good driven

Than all who fell, than one who rose, Far from the shore, far from the trem- Than many unsubdued: bling throng

Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers, 35 Whose sails were never to the tempest But votive tears and symbol flowers. given;

490 Oh, cease! must hate and death return? The massy earth and spherèd skies

Cease! must men kill and die? are riven!

Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar;

Of bitter prophecy. Whilst, burning through the inmost

The world is weary of the past, veil of Heaven,

Oh, might it die or rest at last! The soul of Adonais, like a star,

494 Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.


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A brighter Hellas rears its mountains

From waves serener far;
A new Peneus rolls his fountains

Against the morning-star.
Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep
Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.

When the lamp is shattered,
The light in the dust lies dead;

When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed.

When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;

When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.

As music and splendor
Survive not the lamp and the lute,

The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute:

No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,

Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.

When hearts have once mingled,
Love first leaves the well-built nest;

The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.



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