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O, 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!'