. Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm, Unfathomable Sea ? 1821. 1824. SONNET: POLITICAL GREATNESS Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts, Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame; Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts, History is but the shadow of their shame, Art veils her glass, or from the pageant starts As to oblivion their blind millions fleet, Staining that Heaven with obscene imagery Of their own likeness. What are numbers knit By force or custom? Man who man would be, Must rule the empire of himself; in it Must be supreme, establishing his throne On vanquished will, quelling the an archy Of hopes and fears, being himself alone. 1821. 1824. MUSIC, when soft voices die, Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, gone 1821. 1824. ADONAIS MUTABILITY AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS, AUTHOR OF ENDYMION, HYPERION, ETC. The flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright. Virtue, how frail it is! Friendship how rare ! Love, how it sells poor bliss For proud despair ! But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy, and all Which ours we call. 'Αστήρ πριν μεν έλαμπες εν ζωοίσιν 'Eώος: Νυν δε θανών λάμπεις "Εσπερος εν φθιμένους. PLATO. I WEEP for Adonais-lie is dead! Oh 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!” Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day : Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou-and from thy sleep Then wake to weep. 1821. 1821. Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies Wander no more, from kindling brain to And others came .. Desires and brain, Adorations, But droop there, whence they sprung ; Wingèd Persuasions and veiled Desand mourn their lot tinies, Round the cold heart, where, after their Splendors and Glooms, and glimmering sweet pain, Incarnations They ne'er will gather strength, or find Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phana home again. tasies; And Sorrow, with her family of Sighis, And one with trembling hands clasps And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by his cold head, the gleam And fans him with her moonlight wings, Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, and cries ; Came in slow pomp ;-the moving ponip “ Our love, our hope, our sorrow, is not might seem dead ; Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal See, on the silken fringe of his faint stream, eyes, Like dew upon a sleeping flower, there All he had loved, and moulded into lies thought, A tear some Dream has loosened from From shape, and hue, and odor, and his brain." sweet sound, Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise ! Lamented Adonais. Morning sought She knew not 'twas her own; as with no Her eastern watchtower, and her hair stain unbound, She fadeil, like a cloud which had out- Wet with the tears which should adorn wept its rain. the ground, Dimmed the aërial eyes that kindle day; One from a lucid urn of starry dew Afar the melancholy thunder moaned, Washed his light limbs as if embalming Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay, them ; And the wild winds flew round, sobbing Another clipt her profuse locks, and in their dismay. threw The wreath upon him, like an anadem, Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mounWhich frozen tears instead of pearls tains, begem; And feeds her grief with his remembered Another in her wilful grief would lay, break And will no more reply to winds or Her bow and winged reeds, as if to fountains, stem Or amorous birds perched on the young A greater loss with one which was more green spray, weak; Or herdsman's horn, or bell at closing And dullthe barbed fire against his frozen day ; cheek. Since she can mimic not his lips, more dear Another Splendor on his mouth alit, Than those for whose disdain she pined That mouth, whence it was wont to draw away the breath Into a shadow of all sounds:---a drear Which gave it strength to pierce the Murmur, between their songs, is all the guarded wit, wood men hear. And pass into the panting heart beneath Grief made the young Spring wild, and With lightning and with music : the she threw down damp death Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn Quenched its caress upon his icy lips ; were, And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath Or they dead leaves; since her delight is Of moonlight vapor, which the cold flown might clips, For whom should she have waked the It flushed through his pale limbs, and sullen year? passed to its eclipse. To Phoebus was not Hyacinth so dear Out of the East, and follows wild and drear The golden Day, which, on eternal wings, Even as a ghost abandoning a bier, Had left the Earth a corpse. Sorrow and fear So struck, so roused, so rapt Urania ; So saddened round her like an atmo sphere Of stormy mist; so swept her on her way Even to the mournful place where Adonais lay. Out of her secret Paradise she sped, Through camps and cities rough with stone, and steel, And human hearts, which to her airy tread Yielding not, wounded the invisible Palms of her tender feet where'er they fell : And barbéd tongues, and thoughts more sharp than they Rent the soft Form they never could repel, Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of May, Paved with eternal flowers that unde serving way. All that I am to be as thou now art ! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart! O gentle child, beautiful as thou wert, Why didst thou leave the trodden paths of men Too soon, and with weak hands though mighty beart Dare the unpastured dragon in his den? Defenceless as thou wert, oh where was then Wisdom the mirrored shield, or scorn the spear? Or hadst thou waited the full cycle, when Thy spirit should have filled its crescent sphere, The mousters of life's waste had fled from thee like deer. ". The herded wolves, bold only to pursue ; The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the dead; The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion ;-how they fled, When like Apollo, from his golden bow, The Pythian of the age one arrow sped And smiled !—The spoilers tempt no second blow, They fawn on the proud feet that spurn them lying low. • The sun comes forth, and many rep tiles spawn ; He sets, and each ephemeral insect then Is gathered into death without a dawn, And the immortal stars awake again; So is it in the world of living men: A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight Making earth bare and veiling heaven, and when It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared its light Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful night." Thus ceased she: and the mountain shepherds came, Their garlands sere, their magic mantles rent; The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like Heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In the death chamber for a moment Death Shamed by the presence of that living Might Blushed to annihilation, and the breath Revisited those lips, and life's pale light Flashed through those limbs, so late her dear delight. “ Leave me not wild and drear and comfortless, As silent lightning leaves the starless night! Leave me not!” cried Urania ; her distress Roused Death: Death rose and smiled, and met her vain caress. “ Stay yet awhile! speak to me once again ; Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live ; And in my heartless breast and burning brain That word, that kiss, shall all thoughts else survive, With food of saddest memory kept alive, Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give |
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