'Twas not the hour when fond desire renews
To him who wanders o'er the pathless main.
Raising unbidden tears, the last adieus
Of tender friends, whom fancy shapes again;
When the ladte parted pilgrim thrills with thought
Of his lov'd home, if o'er the distant plain
Perchance, his ears the village chimes have caught,
Seeming to mourn the close of dying day.

-Gray, an elegy possibly inspired by Dante's passing into Purgatory