from Adonais "an elegy on the death of John Keates", stanza 31

"Midst others of less note, came one frail Form,

A phantom among men; companionless

As the last cloud of an expiring storm

Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess,

Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness,

Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray

With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness,
And his own thoughts, along that rugged way,

Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey." (ll. 271-79)