The Blood Ordeal

VIEWLESS Essence, thin and bare,
Wellnigh melted into air ;
Still with fondness hovering near
The earthly form thou once didst wear ;

Pause upon thy pinion's flight,
Be thy course to left or right ;
Be thou doom'd to soar or sink,
Pause upon the awful brink.

To avenge the deed expelling
Thee untimely from thy dwelling,
Mystic force thou shalt retain
O'er the blood and o'er the brain.

When the form thou shalt espy
That darken'd on thy closing eye ;
When the footstep thou shalt hear,
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.