All he had loved, and moulded into thought
From shape and hue and odour
and sweet sound.
Lamented Adonais. Morning sought
Her eastern watch-tower, and
her hair unbound,
Wet with the tears which should
adorn the ground, 5
Dimmed the aerial eyes that kindle day;
Afar the melancholy Thunder
moaned,
Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay,
And the wild Winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay.
15.
Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief with his
remembered lay,
And will no more reply to winds or fountains,
Or amorous birds perched on
the young green spray,
Or herdsman’s horn,
or bell at closing day; 5
Since she can mimic not his lips, more
dear
Than those for whose disdain
she pined away
Into a shadow of all sounds:—a
drear
Murmur, between their songs, is all the woodmen hear.
16.
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, 5
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.
17.
Thy spirit’s sister, the lorn nightingale,
Mourns not her mate with such
melodious pain;
Not so the eagle, who like thee could
scale
Heaven, and could nourish
in the sun’s domain
Her mighty young with morning,
doth complain, 5
Soaring and screaming round her empty
nest,
As Albion wails for thee:
the curse of Cain
Light on his head who pierced thy innocent
breast,
And scared the angel soul that was its earthly guest!
18.
Ah woe is me! Winter is come and
gone,
But grief returns with the
revolving year.
The airs and streams renew their joyous
tone;
The ants, the bees, the swallows,
re-appear;
Fresh leaves and flowers deck
the dead Seasons’ bier; 5
The amorous birds now pair in every brake,
And build their mossy homes
in field and brere;
And the green lizard and the golden snake,
Like unimprisoned flames, out of their trance awake.
19.
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, 5
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 renewed might.