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Halloween Poetry : Spirits of the Dead, Edgar Allan Poe


Spirits of the Dead

By Edgar Allan Poe


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.


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 overshadow thee: be still.


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.


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.


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!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN everyone !!!!

4 responses

  1. Whats not to Love about Poe? 🙂 Thank you for Sharing this little read Gem !!

    October 31, 2016 at 6:45 pm

  2. 🙂 🙂 🙂 , more than a pleasure to share Poe 🙂 , Happy Halloween !!!!!

    October 31, 2016 at 6:52 pm

  3. Even Poe knew to beware the sneaky demons, on this their night.

    October 31, 2016 at 6:59 pm

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