ฟังเพลงSpirits of the Dead (Edgar Allan Poe)

Spirits of the Dead (Edgar Allan Poe) - Gremlins/Ghoulies

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