ADONAIS; ̓Αστὴρ πρὶν μὲν ἔλαμπες ἐνὶ ζώοισιν ἐῶος. ADONAIS. PLATO. 1. I WEEP for Adonais-he is dead! Oh!, weep for Adonais, though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! And thou, sad Hour selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow! Say: "With me Died Adonais! Till the future dares Forget the past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity." 2. Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? Where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, She sate, while one, with soft enamoured breath, With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath, He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of Death. 3. Oh! weep for Adonais-he is dead! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep!- Descend. Oh! dream not that the amorous deep Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair. 4. Most musical of mourners, weep again! Lament anew, Urania!-He died Who was the sire of an immortal strain, Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride Yet reigns o'er earth, the third among the Sons of Light. 5. 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 Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; Thy extreme hope, the loveliest and the last, Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay Within the twilight chamber spreads apace 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. 9. Oh weep for Adonais!-The quick Dreams, The passion-winged ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams But droop there whence they sprung; and mourn their lot And fans him with her moonlight wings, and cries, She knew not 'twas her own,-as with no stain Washed his light limbs, as if embalming them; 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 check. 12. Another Splendour on his mouth alit, That mouth whence it was wont to draw the breath 'With lightning and with music: the damp death 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 its eclipse. 13. And others came,-Desires and Adorations, Winged Persuasions, and veiled Destinies, 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. 14. All he had loved, and moulded into thought Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, Afar the melancholy Thunder moaned, And the wild Winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay. 15. Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, And feeds her grief with his remembered lay, Or amorous birds perched on the young green spray, 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. 16. 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, Nor to himself Narcissus, as to both Thou, Adonais; wan they stand and sere With dew all turned to tears,-odour, to sighing ruth. 17. Thy spirit's sister, the lorn nightingale, Mourns not her mate with such melodious pain; Heaven, and could nourish in the sun's domain As Albion wails for thee: the curse of Cain But grief returns with the revolving year. 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; Like unimprisoned flames, out of their trance awake. 19. 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, God dawned on chaos. In its steam immersed, All baser things pant with life's sacred thirst, ་ By sightless lightning? The intense atom glows a A moment, then is quenched in a most cold repose. J 21. 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 Meet massed in death, who lends what life must borrow. "Wake thou," cried Misery, "childless Mother! Rise Out of thy sleep, and slake in thy heart's core A wound more fierce than his, with tears and sighs." Had held in holy silence, cried "Arise!" Had left the Earth a corpse. Sorrow and fear So struck, so roused, so rapt, Urania; So saddened round her like an atmosphere Even to the mournful place where Adonais lay, 24. Out of her secret paradise she sped, Through camps and cities rough with stone and steel Yielding not, wounded the invisible Palms of her tender feet where'er they fell. And barbed tongues, and thoughts more sharp than they, Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of May, |