
yet still set sail on his tragic journey
at Lerici with his boat Don Juan
perishing in a sudden summer storm.
Shelley's body was found 10 days later
with poems from Keats in his pocket
and after a month his corpse was dug up,
pitiful remains burnt on the beach
though the heart was not consumed,
kept by Mary until her dying day.
It must have been a terrible scene
immortalised by a poignant painting,
the flames on the sand devouring his form
but his fine words survived the fire and storm.