Then would cold shudderings seize his brain,
As gasping he labour’d for breath;
The strange gaze of his meteor eye,
Which, frenzied, and rolling dreadfully,
Glared with hideous gleam,
Would chill like the spectre gaze of Death,
As, conjured by feverish dream,
He seems o’er the sick man’s couch to stand,
And shakes the fell lance in his skeleton hand.
Wandering Jew.[3]