XXVI

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live;

      And in my heartless breast and burning brain

      That word, that kiss, shall all thoughts else survive,

      With food of saddest memory kept alive,

      Now thou art dead, as if it were a part

      Of thee, my Adonais! I would give

      All that I am to be as thou now art!

But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!