XIV

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,

Dimm'd the aëreal 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.