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Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ;
Which wields the world with never wearied love,
He is a portion of the loveliness
ing there All new successions to the forms they wear, Torturing th’unwilling dross that checks its
And bursting in its beauty and its might
The splendours of the firmament of time
Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there, And move like winds of light on dark and stormy
The inheritors of unfulfilled renown
Arose ; and Lucan, by his death approved ; Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.
XLVI. And many more, whose names on earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. “ Thou art become as one of us,” they cry; “ It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty,
Silent alone amid a Heaven of song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our
Who mourns for Adonais ? oh come forth, Fond wretch! and know thyself and him aright. Clasp with thy panting soul the pendulous Earth; As from a centre, dart thy spirit's light
Beyond all worlds, until its spacious might
And keep thy heart light, lest it make thee sink When hope has kindled hope, and lured thee to
Or go to Rome, which is the sepulchre,
Who waged contention with their times' decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Go thou to Rome,-at once the Paradise,
Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is
And gray walls moulder round, on which dull
Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of
death Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished
Here pause : these graves are all too young as
yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou ! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind
Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become ?.
The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light for ever shines, Earth's shadows
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
seek! Follow where all is filed !-Rome's azure sky,
Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words are weak The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.
Why linger, why turn back, why shrink, my
Heart? Thy hopes are gone before : from all things here They have departed; thou shouldst now depart! A light is past from the revolving year,
and woman; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles,—the low wind whispers
'Tis Adonais calls ! oh, hasten thither, No more let Life divide what Death can join to
That light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of
The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.