Excerpt from Shelley's Adonais

XI 

       One from a lucid urn of starry dew 

       Wash'd his light limbs as if embalming them; 

       Another clipp'd her profuse locks, and threw 

       The wreath upon him, like an anadem, 

       Which frozen tears instead of pearls begem; 

       Another in her wilful grief would break 

       Her bow and winged reeds, as if to stem 

       A greater loss with one which was more weak; 

And dull the barbed fire against his frozen cheek.