AT length appears the wish'd-for Night, When my glad Soul shall take her Flight; Tremble my Limbs, my Eye-balls start, The Venom's busy at my Heart. Hark! how the solemn Sisters call, And point aloft to @3Odin@1's Hall! I come, I come, prepare full Bowls, Fit Banquet for heroic Souls: What's Life?—I scorn this idle Breath, I smile in the Embrace of Death! |