Yes, thou mayst sigh, <br />And look once more at all around, <br />At stream and bank, and sky and ground. <br />Thy life its final course has found, <br />And thou must die. <br /> <br />Yes, lay thee down, <br />And while thy struggling pulses flutter, <br />Bid the grey monk his soul mass mutter, <br />And the deep bell its death tone utter- <br />Thy life is gone. <br /> <br />Be not afraid. <br />'Tis but a pang, and then a thrill, <br />A fever fit, and then a chill, <br />And then an end of human ill, <br />For thou art dead.<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-glee-maiden/
