I know that there have been recent scandals involving the presidential candidates that I have yet to address, but I’d like to hold off on commenting until after the debate tonight. Instead, this post is about another event I have yet to address which is the coming of fall. It’s been fall for a while and though I wanted to welcome it with a poem, either my own or one I really enjoy, I haven’t done so. So, I’d like to share a poem that welcomes fall, not in the traditional sense, but in my own strange one. While I love fall for many reasons including the changing of the leaves (though we don’t get that here in Florida) and the scent of spice in the air, I especially love Halloween, and that’s what I’ve decided to focus on in welcoming fall. This poem, Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allan Poe, gives those Halloween vibes that I so love, and I’ll probably share another of his works when Halloween is upon us.
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 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!
This poem is in the public domain.
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