Percy Bysshe Shelley
, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow
Have fled like sweet dreams
, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star
, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honored poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be
was once a radical poet whose views grew increasingly conservative with age. Shelly, a iconoclast if there ever was one, laments the loss of a kindred spirit, though to be fair, pretty much everyone was conservative compared to Shelly.