XXIII

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 atmosphere

      Of stormy mist; so swept her on her way

Even to the mournful place where Adonais lay.