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O cruel Ariel, Bark upon a crystal sea, You have drown'd the god of words, You have slain the god of poetry. Wash'd ashore with a sodden Keats, Face blank as Mordred's shield, Though beautiful still in death; His heart the flames did yield. O cruel Ariel, Nymph and faerie sprite, Didst thou see the gods stand by When did funeral fires alight? Byron, god of ardor, sighed An impassioned eulogy, Whilst Mary, sorrow goddess wept For what thou hast ta'en from her: he! O cruel Ariel, Though body lay entombed at rest, The heart thou cannot kill—lives on, Amid two leaves of Adonais press't. Tempest tossed, the Fates rejoiced, but