I weep for Anna Nicole Smith--she is dead!

Oh, weep for Anna Nicole Smith! though our tears

 Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!

 And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years

 To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,

 And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me

 Died Anna Nicole Smith; till the Future dares

 Forget the Past, her fate and fame shall be

 An echo and a light unto eternity!"