Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know <br />That things depart which never may return: <br />Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow, <br />Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn. <br />These common woes I feel. One loss is mine <br />Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore. <br />Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine <br />On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar: <br />Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood <br />Above the blind and battling multitude: <br />In honoured poverty thy voice did weave <br />Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,-- <br />Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve, <br />Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-wordsworth/
