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Spirits Of The Dead | Poems by Edgar Allan Poe · Ririro.com - Poetry

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Speaker 1: Thy soul shall find itself alone mid dark thoughts of
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Speaker 1: great tombstone, not one of all the crowd to pry
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Speaker 1: into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude
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Speaker 1: which is not loneliness. For then the spirits of the dead,
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Speaker 1: who stood in life before thee, are again in death
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Speaker 1: around THEE, and their will shall then overshadow thee. Be still,
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Speaker 1: for night, though clear, shall frown, and the stars shall
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Speaker 1: look not down from their high thrones in the heaven
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Speaker 1: with light like hope to mortals given, but their red
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Speaker 1: orbs without beam. To thy weariness shall seem as a
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Speaker 1: burning and a fever which could cling to THEE forever.
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Speaker 1: Now our thoughts thou shalt not vanish. Now our visions
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Speaker 1: ne'er to vanish, for thy spirit shall they pass no
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Speaker 1: more like dewdrop from the grass the breeze the breath
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Speaker 1: of God is still, and the mist upon the hill, shallow, shadowy,
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Speaker 1: yet unbroken. Is a symbol and a token. How it
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Speaker 1: hangs upon the trees. A mystery of mysteries