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(I'm bored and i LOVE this poem)
1
Thy soul find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one,of all the crowd,to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
2
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.
3
The night-tho' clear-shall frown-
And the stars shall not look down,
From their high thrones in the heaven,
With light like hope to mortals given-
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would would cling to thee for ever.
4
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.
5
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!