Fille du Tsar

An Elegy on the Death of John Keats by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I WEEP for Adonais—he is dead!  
O, weep for Adonais! 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 Adonais; till the Future dares  
Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be
An echo and a light unto eternity!’

So, you only have to exchange "he" with "she" and "his" with "her" and .....