Themassyearth，thespheredskiesaregiven:
Iambornedarkly，fearfullyafar;
Whilst，burningthroughtheinmostveilofheaven，ThesoulofAdonaislikeastarBeaconsfromtheabodewheretheeternalare。
TheSoulofAdonais？—Adonais，whoisbutAportionofthelovelinessWhichoncehemademorelovely。
Afterall，tofinishwherewebegan，perhapsthepoemsonwhichtheloverofShelleyleansmostlovingly，whichhehasoftenestinhismind，whichbestrepresentShelleytohimandwhichheinstinctivelyrevertstowhenShelley\'snameismentionedaresomeoftheshorterpoemsanddetachedlyrics。HereShelleyforgetsforawhileallthatevermakeshisverseturbid;forgetsthatheisanythingbutapoet，forgetssometimesthatheisanythingbutachild;liesbackinhisskiff，andlooksattheclouds。Heplaystruantfromearth，slipsthroughthewicketoffancyintoheaven\'smeadow，andgoesgatheringstars。Herewehavethatabsolutevirgin—goldofsongwhichisthescarcestamonghumanproducts，andforwhichwecangotobutthreepoets—Coleridge，Shelley，Chopin，{8}andperhapsweshouldaddKeats。ChristabelandKubla—Khan;TheSkylark，TheCloud，andTheSensitivePlant（initsfirsttwoparts）。TheEveofSaintAgnesandTheNightingale;certainoftheNocturnes;—thesethingsmakeveryquintessentialisedloveliness。Itisattarofpoetry。