Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “Spirits of the Dead” (Text-02b), Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827), pp. 27-28


[page 27, continued:]



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Thy soul shall find itself alone —

Alone of all on earth — unknown

The cause — but none are near 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 then o'ershadow thee — be still

For the night, tho' clear, shall frown: [page 28:]

And the stars shall look not down

From their thrones, in the dark heav'n;

With light like Hope to mortals giv'n,

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy withering heart shall seem

As a burning, and a ferver [[fever]]

Which would cling to thee forever.

But 'twill leave thee, as each star

In the morning light afar

Will fly thee — and vanish:

— But its thought thou can'st not banish.

The breath of God will be still;

And the wish [[mist or wisp]] upon the hill

By that summer breeze unbrok'n

Shall charm thee — as a token,

And a symbol which shall be

Secrecy in thee.



“Visit of the Dead” is the original title of the poem. It was subsequently renamed “Spirits of the Dead,” the title by which it is generally known.


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