:Round whom delight and fancy spread

Their guardian wings, without avail,

Is shipwrecked, and her captain dead.

The children of the stainless sea

Laid him ashore mysteriously.

O none of those who came to mourn

The body cold and water-worn,

Nor any of us in later days

Who walk at evening in soft ways

Could bring thee tribute of the morn

Or any music that repays

The soul of Adonais, borne

To heaven on thy fluted phrase.

Poets have wept; but which of them

Were fit to sing thy requiem?

That song shall wait till delving time

Finds the lost treasures of earth's prime

When moil and tears and dire distress

Shall flee the dawn of joyousness,

When some new monarch of sweet rhyme