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 past to its eclipse. XIII. And others came... Desires and Adorations, And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs, And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Came in slow pomp;- the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream. XIV. All he had loved, and moulded into thought, Her eastern watchtower, and her hair unbound, Afar the melancholy thunder moaned, Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay, And the wild winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay. XV. Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, Since she can mimic not his lips, more dear Into a shadow of all sounds: a drear Murmur, between their songs, is all the woodmen hear. XVI. 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. XVII. Thy spirit's sister, the lorn nightingale Mourns not her mate with such melodious pain; Not so the eagle, who like thee could scale Light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast, And scared the angel soul that was its earthly guest! XVIII. Ah woe is me! Winter is come and gone, The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons' bier ; Like unimprisoned flames, out of their trance awake. XIX. 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, From the great morning of the world when first God dawned on Chaos; in its steam immersed The lamps of Heaven flash with a softer light; All baser things pant with life's sacred thirst; Diffuse themselves; and spend in love's delight, The beauty and the joy of their renewèd might. XX. The leprous corpse touched by this spirit tender Like incarnations of the stars, when splendour By sightless lightning?— th' intense atom glows A moment, then is quenched in a most cold repose. XXI. Alas! that all we loved of him should be, 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 wake year to sorrow. XXII. 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 with 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. XXIII. She rose like an autumnal Night, that springs Even as a ghost abandoning a bier, 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. XXIV. Out of her secret Paradise she sped, Through camps and cities rough with stone, and steel, |