I Weep for Adonais

A young lady whom I shall call Elenora has never been in love. Of course, falling in love is an admirable thing, and so Elenora has been encouraged to find love and to not spurn it if she finds it.

One day she glances up from a book to speak to another person in the room. It does not matter whom, perhaps it is her mother, or perhaps a friend or a passerby.

"If I told you that I had fallen throughly in love with an intelligent and pleasant young man you would be glad for me, would you not?"

"Indeed, I would"

"Were I to then tell you that this young man were quite dead you would weep with me, would you not?"

"Indeed, I would"

"And were I then to tell you that this man had died two hundred years ago?"

And what, oh reader, would be thy answer?