Brian Jones
Born 28th February 1942
Died 3rd July 1969
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Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep He hath awakened from the dream of life ’Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven’s light forever shines, Earth’s shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! Follow where all is fled!—Rome’s azure sky, Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words are weak The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.
Adonais by Shelley (stanzas 39&52) Pronounced by Mick Jagger on 1969, July 6th at Hyde Park |
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