Adonais

 

       I weep for Adonais—he is dead!

       Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears

       Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!

       And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years

       To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,

       And teach them thine own sorrow, say: “With me

       Died Adonais; till the Future dares

       Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be

       An echo and a light unto eternity!”

 

       (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

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