Today, two hundred years ago, on the 8th of July 1822, Percy Bysshe Shelley was drowned in a storm when sailing from Lerici to Pisa.

From “Adonais”

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep
He hath awakened from the dream of life
‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife
Invulnerable nothings. — We decay
Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief
Convulse us and consume us day by day,
And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.