I weep for Adonais–he is dead!
Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not frost which binds so dear a head!
An thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,
And teach them thin 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!”