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28.07.2022 ³
Spirits of the Dead (by Edgar Allan Poe)
I
Thy soul shall find itself alone
Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
II
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not lonelinessfor then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around theeand their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
III
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.
IV
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions neer to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No morelike dew-drop from the grass.
V
The breezethe breath of Godis still
And the mist upon the hill,
Shadowyshadowyyet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
