And, with a shudder in his skeleton frame,
He rose with supernatural strength, and sat
Upright, and communed with himself:
“I did not think to die
Till I had finished what I had to do;
I thought to pierce th’ eternal secret through
With this my mortal eye;
I felt,—Oh, God! it seemeth even now—
This cannot be the death-dew on my brow;
Grant me another year,