Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “Spirits of the Dead” (Text-C), Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane and Minor Poems (1829), pp. 65-66


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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

In life before thee are again [page 66:]

In death around thee — and their will

Shall then overshadow thee: be still.


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:


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! —



Only the second stanza has any indentation. In previous versions, there is no indentation at all.


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