ADRIAN’S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL.
(From Catullus.)
Animula! vagula, blandula,
Hospes, comesque corporis,
Quæ nunc abibis in loca,
Pallidula rigida, nudula
Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos?
The same rendered into English:
VERSION I.
Darling, gentle, wandering soul,
Long this body’s friend and guest,
Tell what region is thy goal,
Pale and cold and all undrest,
Lost thy wonted play and jest?
VERSION II.
Spirit! sweet, gentle thing,
Thou seemest taking wing
For some new place of rest;
So long this body’s guest
And friend, dost thou forsake it,
And pallid, cold, and naked,
Thou wanderest,
Bereft of joy and jest,
Whither, ethereal thing?
VERSION III.
Dear, pretty, fluttering, vital thing,
So long this body’s guest and friend,
Ah! tell me, whither dost thou wend
Thy lonely way,
Pallid and nude and shivering,
Nor, as thy wont is, gently gay?