Thou wert as a lone star whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar;
Thou has like to rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude;
In honored poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty; --
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley. "To Wordsworth" (1816)