'The one remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until death tramples it to fragments.-- Die,
If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Follow where all is fled!-- Rome's azure sky,
Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are weak
The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.' ~ Shelley, "Adonais"