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