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; 5
  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
    Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught
    The love which was its music, wander not—­ 5
  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 or find a home again.

10.

  And one with trembling hands clasps his cold head,
    And fans him with her moonlight wings, and cries,
  ’Our love, our hope, our sorrow, is not dead! 
    See, on the silken fringe of his faint eyes,
    Like dew upon a sleeping flower, there lies 5
  A tear some Dream has loosened from his brain,’
    Lost angel of a ruined paradise! 
  She knew not ’twas her own,—­as with no stain
She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.

11.

  One from a lucid urn of starry dew
    Washed his light limbs, as if embalming them;
  Another dipt her profuse locks, and threw
    The wreath upon him, like an anadem
    Which frozen tears instead of pearls begem; 5
  Another in her wilful grief would break
    Her bow and winged reeds, as if to stem
  A greater loss with one which was more weak,
And dull the barbed fire against his frozen cheek.

12.

  Another Splendour on his mouth alit,
    That mouth whence it was wont to draw the breath
  Which gave it strength to pierce the guarded wit,
    And pass into the panting heart beneath
    With lightning and with music:  the damp death 5
  Quenched its caress upon his icy lips;
    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,
  Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering incarnations
    Of Hopes and Fears, and twilight Phantasies;
    And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs, 5
  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.