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Whence are we, and why are we? of what
scene The actors or spectators ? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life must
borrow. As long as skies are blue and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the mor
row, Month follow month with woe, and year
year to sorrow.
He will awake no more, oh, never more! “Wake thou,” cried Misery,“ childless Mother,
rise Out of thy sleep, and slake, in thy heart's core, A wound more fierce than his with tears and
sighs.” And all the Dreams that watched Urania's
eyes, And all the Echoes whom their sister's song Had held in holy silence, cried, “ Arise!”
Swift as a Thought by the snake Memory stung, From her ambrosial rest the fading Splendor
She rose like an autumnal Night, that springs
sorrow and fear So struck, so roused, so rapt Urania ; So saddened round her like an atmosphere
Of stormy mist; so swept her on her way Even to the mournful place where Adonais lay.
Out of her secret Paradise she sped,
Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of May, Paved with eternal flowers that undeserving way.
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 ;
With food of saddest memory kept alive,
All that I am to be as thou now art ! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
XXVII “O gentle child, beautiful as thou wert, Why didst thou leave the trodden paths of men Too soon, and with weak hands though mighty
heart Dare the unpastured dragon in his den ? Defenceless as thou wert, oh, where was then Wisdom the mirrored shield, or scorn the spear r? Or hadst thou waited the full cycle, when
Thy spirit should have filled its crescent sphere, The monsters of life's waste had fled from thee
6. The herded wolves, bold only to pursue ;
blow, They fawn on the proud feet that spurn them lying
xxviii. 9 lying low, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || as they go, Shelley, 1821.
“ The sun comes forth, and many reptiles spawn;
light Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful
Thus ceased she; and the mountain shepherds
Their garlands sere, their magic mantles rent;
The sweetest lyrist of her saddest wrong, "U And love taught grief to fall like music from his
'Midst others of less note, came one frail Form,
xxx. 2 magic || tragic, Rossetti conj.
Actæon-like, and now he fled astray
And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their
A pard-like Spirit beautiful and swift
The killing sun smiles brightly; on a cheek
His head was bound with pansies over-blown,
crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's
All stood aloof, and at his partial moan