to Roine, and attended in his last illness by Mr. Severn, a words are quoted, but not verbation, from a letter addressed by leobmuel Mich to Tar. Gisborne _ Wa Rosette. & A dovesie was written about Key, 1891. ADONAIS. I. I WEEP for ADONAIS-he is dead! O, 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! II. 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, 'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sat, while one, with soft enamoured breath, Rekindled all the fading melodies, With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath, He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death. a It may Oh, weep for Adonais-he is dead! Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our IV. Most musical of mourners, weep again! Lament anew, Urania!—He died, Who was the sire of an immortal strain, Into the gulf of death; but his clear sprite Most musical of mourners, weep anew! time In which suns perished; others more sublime, questiones whom, as the first h Leight", Shelley intended to accociate with Miller. If he refers to lenflech post exclusively, cest ainly neay be proposed. But perhope he aeferred non to epic proche. Le that case, the tire are assuredly Itomer and ile. Her admirable Lie-feuse of Poetry mys: Womer whe the first seened a pic foot ; that is, the seemed poct the server fo Whone creatione tone a defined and sentiment aus ади and intelligible relation to the Nuoris and religion of the age in which he lives, which followes it _ developing steelf in corres in correspondance to with their development... Milton was the third eper port? – Makatte. ADONAIS. 79 Struck by the envious wrath of man or god, VI. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has pe- The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Thy extreme hope, the loveliest and the last, Died on the promise of the fruit, is waste; VII. To that high capital, where kingly Death A grave among the eternal.-Come away! VIII. 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. IX. Oh, weep for Adonais !—The quick Dreams, The passion-winged 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, 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, nor find a home again. X. And one with trembling hand clasps his cold head, And fans him with her moonlight wings, and cries, "Our love, our hope, our sorrow, is not dead; |