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can dispense with a reward from "such stuff as dreams are made of." His conduct is a golden augury of the success of his future careermay the unextinguished spirit of his illustrious friend animate the creations of his pencil, and plead against Oblivion for his name!
WEEP for Adonais- he is
Oh, weep for Adonais! though
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a
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!"
Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he
When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies
In darkness? where was lorn Urania
Rekindled all the fading melodies,
With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath,
He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death.
for Adonais- he is dead!
Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep! Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed
Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart
Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep;
yet restore him to the vital air;
Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at
Most musical of mourners, weep again!
Who was the Sire of an immortal strain,
Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's
The priest, the slave, and the liberticide,
Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified,
Most musical of mourners, weep anew!
Not all to that bright station dared to climb;