David Given Schwarm

       Who mourns for Adonais? Oh, come forth,
       Fond wretch! and know thyself and him aright.
       Clasp with thy panting soul the pendulous Earth;
       As from a centre, dart thy spirit’s light
       Beyond all worlds, until its spacious might
       Satiate the void circumference: then shrink
       Even to a point within our day and night;
       And keep thy heart light lest it make thee sink
When hope has kindled hope, and lur’d thee to the brink.