I WILL not weep for Adon! I will not waste my breath to draw thick sighs For Spring's dead greenness. All the orient skies Are husht, and breathing out a bright surprise Round morning's marshalling star: Rise, Eos, rise! Day's dazzling spears are up: the faint stars fade on The white hills, -- cold, like Adon! O'er crag, and spar, and splinter Break down, and roll the amber mist, stern light. The black pines dream of dawn. The skirts of night Are ravelled in the East. And planted bright In heaven, the roots of ice shine, sharp and white, In frozen ray, and spar, and spike, and splinter. Within me and without, all's Winter. Why should I weep for Adon? Am I, because the sweet Past is no more, Dead, as the leaves upon the graves of yore? I will breathe boldly, though the air be frore With freezing fire. Life still beats at the core Of the world's heart, though Death his awe hath laid on This dumb white corpse of Adon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SETTING SAIL by EMILY DICKINSON GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE FLOATING HEARTS by GEORGE BRADFORD BARTLETT THOMAS GRAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON PSALM 125 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EMILY BRONTE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |