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'Spirits of the Dead' by Edgar Allan Poe

Dedicated to my teacher and wise Irish friend Anthony Donegan.
At the time Anthony taught and inspired me as my English teacher, I was unaware of my Irish ancestry from my bio father. To be more exact, my paternal ancestors were from Tipperary Ireland.
Anthony Donegan incorporated the works of Alan Parsons to peak our interest in Poe and more.
Tales of Mystery and Imagination was the first Alan Parsons Project (APP) album on Mercury.
(records silly) -

I was teased and called 'kraut' because of my adoptive parents heritage. Although from my bio mothers side my ancestors were from one of the many Germanic tribes around Bavaria.


Spirits of the Dead


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 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, 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!