E. A. Poe (Published 1829)
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 then overshadow thee: be still.
For 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! -- (5 years and 3039 days ago)
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I promise, the name was purely a coincidence...I saw the grave marker from a distance and thought it would be perfect for the shot I had planned. When i arrived there and saw the name, I was in total shock...I could never have planned that! LOL
Note: This is a 10 second exposure at ISO 100, f/22....the shot was taken at twilight, it only appears to be taken during the daytime...
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