Why should I fear the spirits of the dead? What if they wander at the hour of night, Amid these sacred walls, with silent tread, And dimly visible to mortal sight! What if they ride upon the wandering gale, And with low sighs alarm the listening ear; Or swell a deep, a sadly-sounding wail, Like solemn dirge of death! why should I fear? No! seated on some fragment of rude stone, While through the ash-trees waving o'er my head The wild winds pour their melancholy moan, My soul, by fond imagination led, Shall muse on days and years for ever flown, And hold mysterious converse with the dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS WITH AN ALBUM by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AMONG THE REDWOODS by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 104 by ALFRED TENNYSON EYE-WITNESS by FREDERICK RIDGELY TORRENCE THE TREE by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 36 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |