“What softer voice is hushed over the dead?
Athwart what brow is that dark mantle thrown?
What form leans sadly o'er the white death — bed,
In mockery of monumental stone,
The heavy heart heaving without a moan?”

—  Percy Bysshe Shelley , Adonaïs

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Adonais (1821)

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English Romantic poet 1792–1822

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