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Most musical of mourners, weep again!
Lament anew, Urania!—He died
Who was the sire of an immortal strain,

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Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride The priest, the slave, and the liberticide, Trampled and mocked with many a loathèd rite Of lust and blood. He went unterrified Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite Yet reigns o'er earth, the third among the Sons of Light.

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Most musical of mourners, weep anew!

Not all to that bright station dared to climb: And happier they their happiness who knew, Whose tapers yet burn through that night of time In which suns perished. Others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God,

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Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; And some yet live, treading the thorny road Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.

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But now thy youngest, dearest one has perished, The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true love tears instead of dew. Most musical of mourners, weep anew! Thy extreme hope, the loveliest and the last, The bloom whose petals, nipt before they blew, Died on the promise of the fruit, is waste; The broken lily lies-the storm is overpast.

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To that high Capital where kingly Death

Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay He came; and bought, with price of purest breath, A grave among the eternal.-Come away! Haste, while the vault of blue Italian day Is yet his fitting charnel-roof, while still He lies as if in dewy sleep he lay. Awake him not! surely he takes his fill Of deep and liquid rest, forgetful of all ill.

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He will awake no more, oh never more!

Within the twilight chamber spreads apace The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace

His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe

Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface

So fair a prey, till darkness and the law

Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.

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Oh weep for Adonais !-The quick Dreams,

The passion-wingèd ministers of thought,

Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music, wander not—— Wander no more from kindling brain to brain,

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But droop there whence they sprung; and mourn

their lot

Round the cold heart where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength or find a home again.

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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!
See, on the silken fringe of his faint eyes,
Like dew upon a sleeping flower, there lies
A tear some Dream has loosened from his brain.'
Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise!

She knew not 'twas her own,-as with no stain
She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.

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One from a lucid urn of starry dew

Washed his light limbs, as if embalming them;
Another clipt her profuse locks, and threw
The wreath upon him, like an anadem
Which frozen tears instead of pearls begem;
Another in her wilful grief would break

Her bow and wingèd reeds, as if to stem
A greater loss with one which was more weak,
And dull the barbèd fire against his frozen cheek.

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Another Splendour on his mouth alit,

That mouth whence it was wont to draw the breath Which gave it strength to pierce the guarded wit, And pass into the panting heart beneath

With lightning and with music: the damp death 5 Quenched its caress upon his icy lips;

And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath

Of moonlight vapour which the cold night clips, It flushed through his pale limbs, and passed to it eclipse.

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And others came,-Desires and Adorations,
Winged Persuasions, and veiled Destinies,
Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations
Of Hopes and Fears, and twilight Phantasies;
And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs,

And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam
Of her own dying smile instead of eyes,

Came in slow pomp;-the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream.

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All he had loved, and moulded into thought

From shape and hue and odour and sweet sound, Lamented Adonais. Morning sought

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Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground, 5 Dimmed the aerial eyes that kindle day;

Afar the melancholy Thunder moaned,

Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay,

And the wild Winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay.

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Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief with his remembered lay,
And will no more reply to winds or fountains,
Or amorous birds perched on the young green
spray,

Or herdsman's horn, or bell at closing day;
Since she can mimic not his lips, more dear

Than those for whose disdain she pined away

Into a shadow of all sounds :-a drear

Murmur, between their songs, is all the woodmen hear.

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Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down

Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were,

Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown,

For whom should she have waked the sullen Year?

To Phoebus was not Hyacinth so dear, Nor to himself Narcissus, as to both

Thou, Adonais; wan they stand and sere Amid the faint companions of their youth,

With dew all turned to tears,-odour, to sighing ruth.

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Thy spirit's sister, the lorn nightingale,

Mourns not her mate with such melodious pain; Not so the eagle, who like thee could scale

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Heaven, and could nourish in the sun's domain Her mighty youth with morning, doth complain, 5 Soaring and screaming round her empty nest,

As Albion wails for thee: the curse of Cain

Light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast, And scared the angel soul that was its earthly guest!

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Ah woe is me! Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.
The airs and streams renew their joyous tone;
The ants, the bees, the swallows, re-appear;

Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons'

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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 awake.