II

Where wert thou, might Mother, when he lay,

When thy Son lay, pierc’d by the shaft which flies

In darkness? where was lorn Urania

When Adonais died? With veiled eyes,

‘Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise

She sate, while one, with soft enamour’d breath,

Rekindled all the fading melodies,

With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath,

He had adorn’d and hid the coming bulk of Death.