Sundial (The)
The Spirits Of The Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;Not one, of all the crowd, to pryInto thine hour of secrecy.Be silent in that solitude,Which is not loneliness for thenThe spirits of the dead, who stoodIn life before thee, are againIn death around thee, and their willShall overshadow thee be still.The night, though clear, shall frown,And the stars shall not look downFrom their high thrones in the HeavenWith light like hope to mortals given,But their red orbs, without beam,To the weariness shall seemAs a burning and a feverWhich 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 passNo more, like dew-drop from the grass.The breeze, the breath of God, is still,Letras de cancionesAnd the mist upon the hillShadowy, yet unbroken,Is a symbol and a token.How it hangs upon the trees,A mystery of mysteries!
From Letras Mania