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Departed the pride, and the glory of Mardi: / The vaunt of her isles sleeps deep in the sea, / That rolls o'er his corse with a hush, / His warriors bend over their spears, / His sisters gaze upward and mourn.
Weep, weep, for Adondo is dead!
The sun has gone down in a shower; / Buried in clouds the face of the moon; / Tears stand in the eyes of the starry skies, / And stand in the eyes of the flowers; / And streams of tears are the trickling brooks, / Coursing adown the mountains. - / Departed the pride, and the glory of Mardi: / The vaunt of her isles sleeps deep in the sea.
Fast falls the small rain on its bosom that sobs,- / Not showers of rain, but the tears of Oro.