digitaldragonmoon

Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone; Not one, all of the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not lonliness- 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 could cling to thee forever. Now are thoughts thou shalt