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trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
XLIV. The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they
climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty
thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what
Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there And move like winds of light on dark and
XLV. The inheritors of unfulfilled renown Rose from their thrones, built beyond mortal
thought, Far in the Unapparent. Chatterton Rose pale, his solemn agony had not Yet faded from him; Sidney, as he fought and as he fell and as he lived and loved Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot,
Arose; and Lucan, by his death approved : Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing
And many more, whose names on Earth are
dark But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. “ Thou art become as one of us,” they cry,
“ It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long “Swung blind in unascended majesty,
“Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. “ Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of
our throng !"
XLVII. Who mourns for Adonais ? oh come forth Fond wretch! and know thyself and him
aright. Clasp with thy panting soul the pendulous
Earth; As from a centre, dart thy spirit's light Beyond all worlds, until its spacious might Satiate the void circumference: then shrink Even to a point within our day and night; And keep thy heart light lest it make thee
sink When hope has kindled hope, and lured thee
to the brink.
XLVIII. Or go to Rome, which is the sepulchre, 0, not of him, but of our joy: 'tis naught That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend,—they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their
prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's
decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
And where its wrecks like shattered moun
tains rise, And flowering weeds and fragrant copses
dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is
And grey walls moulder round, on which dull
Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and
beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp
of death Welcoming him we lose with scarce extin.
Here pause: these graves are all too young
as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter
wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become ?.
The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's
shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.-Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost
seek! Follow where all is fled !-Rome's azure sky, Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are
weak The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to
Why linger, why turn back, why shrink, my
depart! A light is past from the revolving year, And man, and woman; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles,—the low wind whispers
near; 'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, No more let Life divide what Death can join
That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and
move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly
me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
CANCELLED PASSAGES OF ADONAIS.
PASSAGES OF THE PREFACE.
... The expression of my indignation and sympathy. I will allow myself a first and last word on the subject of calumny as it relates to me. As an author I have dared and invited censure. If I understand myself, I have written neither for profit nor for fame. I have employed my poetical compositions and publications simply as the instruments of that sym