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Viewless essence, thin and bare,
Well nigh melted into air,
Still with fondness hovering
The earthly form thou once didst wear,
Pause upon thy pinion's flight;
Be thy course to left or right,
Be thou doomed to soar or sink,
Pause upon the awful brink.
To avenge the deed
Thee untimely from thy dwelling,
Mystic force thou shalt retainO'er the blood and o'er the brain.
When the form thou shalt
That darken'd on thy closing eye,
When the footstep thou shalt
That thrill'd upon thy dying ear,
Then strange sympathies shall wake,
The flesh shall thrill, the nerves shall quake,
The wounds renew their clotter'd flood,
And every drop cry blood for blood!
From the novel The Fair Maid of Perth.
Sir Walter Scott
Sir Walter Scott, 1st Baronet FRSE FSA Scot (15 August 1771 – 21 September 1832) was a Scottish historical novelist, poet, playwright, and histo
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