Spirits of the Dead

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Title: "Spirits of the Dead"

Author: Edgar Allen Poe.

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A black and silver leatherbound book, etched with a pentagram.

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

In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,

And the stars shall not look 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!

- Edgar Allen Poe.