The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

Lord Byron from When We Two parted

Heute ist offzieller Tag der "Dead Poet´s Society", wie es scheint. Außer Sanderson natürlich... :-)