“Spirits of the Dead”: Edgar Allan Poe

I usually prefer writing a few lines myself on every post I reblog but this time, I have nothing of my own to say. And therefore, here are the remaining two stanzas of the poem:

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!

As a side note, can you tell me if the correct word to use would be ‘verse’, ‘stanza’ or ‘strophe’?



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