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ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL WHEN DYING.
PARAPHRASED.
Spirit! gentle—kindly!Fluttering, wandering Thing!
Long the Body's tenant—
Its companion dear—
Whither would'st thou blindly?
Why art on the wing?—
Silently awe-stricken—
All aghast with fear;
Strangely grave and mournful,
Wrapt in settled gloom—
Shrinking from the shadows,
Of thy coming doom!
No quips, no jests has thou—
No mirthful fancies now!
1832.
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