In looks I seem of human kind,
But yet I lack a human mind.
I bear a sad or frightful face
And linger long where wrongs take place.
I come and go, I shine and dim
Where’er the heavenly veil grows thin,
But chiefly when the sun is down
I’m often glimpsed on hallowed ground;
And yet despite my awful fame,
I’m but a creature of your brain.