Keats's death was so tragic that most people cried in their sleep. “Sleep thy burning tears in their burning bed, and let thy boisterous heart keep its silent and uncomplaining sleep” (Shelley 21-23). Lips could not form words to express their grief, only tears would convey the loss of a great poet. Some people even considered Keats as a voice of images that led them to the doors of imagination and ideas, but some thought otherwise by mocking and criticizing. Shelley later goes on to explain that Keats was unapologetic about his style in his work and was not terrified of his death. “…he went, undeterred, into the abyss of death…” (Shelley 34-35). Keats' focused mindset and unapologetic nature helped him continue to write even despite the hatred he received brought him fame. “...the thorny road, which leads, through toil and hatred, to the serene planet of fame” (Shelley