I.—CHILDE HAROLD.

Lo, a large, black-shrouded barge

Sadly moves with sails outspread,

And mute creatures' muffled features

Hold grim watch above the dead.

Calm below it lies the poet,

With his fair face bare and white,

Still with yearning ever turning

Azure eyes toward heaven's light.

As he saileth, sadly waileth

Some bereaven Undine bride:

O'er the springing waves outringing,

Hark! a dirge floats far and wide.

II.—SPRING FESTIVAL.

This is the springtide's mournful feast:

The frantic troops of blooming girls

Are rushing hither with flying curls:

Moaning they smite their bare white breast,

Adonis! Adonis!

The night hath come. By the torches' gleams

They search the forest on every side,

That echoes with anguish far and wide,

With tears, mad laughter, and sobs and screams,

Adonis! Adonis!

The mortal youth, so strangely fair,

Lies on the cold turf pale and dead:

His heart's blood staineth the flowers red,

And a wild lament fulfills the air,

Adonis! Adonis!