Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying
[Animula!
vagula,
blandula,
Hospes
comesque
corporis,
Quæ
nunc
abibis
in
loca--
Pallidula,
rigida,
nudula,
Nec,
ut
soles,
dabis
jocos?]
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.