Spirits Of The Dead. By: Edgar Allan Poe. 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. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then. The spirits of the dead, who stood
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By: Edgar Allan Poe
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Which is not loneliness- for then
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
And the stars shall not look down
With light like hope to mortals given,
To thy weariness shall seem
Which would cling to thee forever.
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
And the mist upon the hill
Is a symbol and a token.
A mystery of mysteries!