Would that swift ships had never been; for so
We ne'er had wept for Sopolis: but he
Dead on the waves now drifts; while we must go
Past a void tomb, a mere name's mockery.
Here lapped in hallowed slumber Saon lies,
Asleep, not dead; a good man never dies.
J. A. Symonds, M.D.
Thou wert the morning star among the living,
Ere thy fair light had fled;
Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus giving
New splendor to the dead.
Shelley.