XIV
Of the Deaths of Two Poets

Shelley, in a letter to Mary, September 22, 1818:

‘Am I not like a wild swan to be gone so suddenly?’

Was the wild swan thinking of that flight that was so near?—E. S.

Thomas Nashe, in his Preface to Sidney’s ‘Astrophel and Stella’:

‘Deare Astrophel, that in the ashes of thy Love livest againe like the Phoenix.’