Slight heed obtain'd
This adjuration, wild the glazing eye
Fix'd on the wall,—and ever and anon
The stiffening fingers clutch'd at things unseen,
While from those spent lungs came a shuddering sound,
"That's he! That's he!
The old man! His grey hairs
Dabbled with blood!"
Then in a loud, long cry,
Wrung out by torturing pain,