Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying

George Gordon Lord Byron

Animula! vagula, Blandula,
Hospes, comesque corporis,
Quæ nunc abibis in Loca—
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis Jocos?

TRANSLATION.

Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav’ring Sprite,
Friend and associate of this clay!
  To what unknown region borne,
Wilt thou, now, wing thy distant flight?
No more with wonted humour gay,
  But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.

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