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...THE IDAHO EGG WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD IN THE MOONLIGHT by THOMAS HARDY TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: AZRAEL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP PSALM 48 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE HUNTER'S MOON by MATHILDE BLIND |