Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite, <br />Friend and associate of this clay! <br />To what unknown region borne, <br />Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight? <br />No more with wonted humour gay, <br />But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn. <br /> <br />[Animula! vagula, blandula, <br />Hospes comesque corporis, <br />Quæ nunc abibis in loca-- <br />Pallidula, rigida, nudula, <br />Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos?]<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adrian-s-address-to-his-soul-when-dying/
