Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats by Percy Bysshe Shelley (read by Rory Kinnear)

LIII Why linger, why turn back, why shrink, my Heart? Thy hopes are gone before: from all things here They have departed; thou shouldst now depart! A light is pass’d from the revolving year, And man, and woman; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles, the low wind whispers near: ’Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, No more let Life divide what Death can join together.