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Quote #138
Most musical of mourners, weep again!
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Till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity!
To that high Capital, where kingly Death Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay, He came.
I weep for Adonais - he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
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.
And bid them love each other and be blest: And leave the troop which errs, and which reproves, And come and be my guest, - for I am Love's.
And others came... Desires and Adorations, Winged Persuasions and veiled Destinies, Splendours, and GloOms, and glimmering Incarnations Of …
Love's very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year.
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