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he vault that oft hath flung its black
I winged pannels fluttering back,
umphant, o'er the crested palls,
her grand family funerals-
he sepulcher, remote, alone,
inst whose portal she hath thrown,
childhood, many an idle stone--

he tomb from out whose sounding door
ne'er shall force an echo more.
-illing to think, poor child of sin
was the dead who groaned within.

SILENCE.

are some qualities-some incorporate things,

t have a double life, which thus is made e of that twin entity which springs

m matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.

is a two-fold Silence-sea and shore→→→ y and soul. One dwells in lonely places, vly with grass o'ergrown some solemn graces.

human memories and tearful lore,

er him terrorless: his name's “No More,” the corporate Silence, dread him not! power hath he of evil in himself, hould some urgent fate (untimely lot') ng thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf, haunteth the lone regions where hath trod ot of man,) commend thyself to God!

A DREAM WIT

A DREAM WIT

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A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM.

TAKE this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold with my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep-while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

DREAMLAND.

y a route obscure and lonely,
aunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
n a black throne reigns upright,
have reached these lands but newly
rom an ultimate dim Thule-

m a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE-Out of TIME.

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y the lakes that thus outspread heir one waters, lone and deadheir sad waters, sad and chilly

With the snows of the lolling lily,—

DREA

By the mountains
Murmuring lowly
By the gray wood
Where the toad a
By the dismal tar
Where dwell
By each spot the
In each nook mos
There the travele
Sheeted Memorie
Shrouded forms

As they pass the
White-robed form
In agony, to the

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By the mountains-near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the gray woods,-by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp,—
By the dismal tarns and pools

Where dwell the Ghouls

By each spot the most unholy—
In each nook most melancholy,-
There the traveler meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by—
White-robed forms of triends long given,
In agony, to the Earth-and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
"Tis-oh 'tis an Eldorado!

But the traveler, traveling through it,
May not-dare not openly view it;
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,

Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

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