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But where, thou sayest, himself would not abide,-- Thy solemn incommunicable joy Announcing Adonais has not died, Attesting death to free but not destroy, All this was as thy swan-song mystical. Even while the note serene was on thy tongue Thin grew the veil of the Invisible, The white sword nearer swung,-- And in the sudden wisdom of thy rest Thou knewest all thou hadst but dimly guessed.