Viewless essence, thin and bare, <br />Well nigh melted into air, <br />Still with fondness hovering near <br />The earthly form thou once didst wear, <br /> <br />Pause upon thy pinion's flight; <br />Be thy course to left or right, <br />Be thou doomed to soar or sink, <br />Pause upon the awful brink. <br /> <br />To avenge the deed expelling <br />Thee untimely from thy dwelling, <br />Mystic force thou shalt retain <br />O'er the blood and o'er the brain. <br /> <br />When the form thou shalt espy <br />That darken'd on thy closing eye, <br />When the footstep thou shalt hear <br />That thrill'd upon thy dying ear, <br /> <br />Then strange sympathies shall wake, <br />The flesh shall thrill, the nerves shall quake, <br />The wounds renew their clotter'd flood, <br />And every drop cry blood for blood!<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-chant/
