SPIRITS OF THE DEAD
By
Edgar Alan Poe (1809-1849)
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 lonliness, for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around the, and their will
Still overshadow thee: be still.
That night, tho' clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in Heaven
With light like Hope to mortals given;