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by Edgar Allan Poe

 

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Edgar Allan Poe
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Spirits Of The Dead
by Edgar Allan Poe

1

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone -
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:

2

Be silent in that solitude
    Which is not loneliness - for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
    In life before thee are again
In death around thee - and their will
Shall then overshadow thee: be still.

3

For the night - tho' clear - shall frown -
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given -
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever :

4

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish -
Now are visions ne'er to vanish -
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more - like dew-drop from the grass:

5

The breeze - the breath of God - is still -
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy - shadowy - yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token -
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries! -

 

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