Thy soul shall find itself alone br 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; br Not one, of all the crowd, to pry br Into thine hour of secrecy. br br Be silent in that solitude, br Which is not loneliness- for then br The spirits of the dead, who stood br In life before thee, are again br In death around thee, and their will br Shall overshadow thee; be still. br br The night, though clear, shall frown, br And the stars shall not look down br From their high thrones in the Heaven br With light like hope to mortals given, br But their red orbs, without beam, br To thy weariness shall seem br As a burning and a fever br Which would cling to thee for ever. br br Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, br Now are visions ne'er to vanish; br From thy spirit shall they pass br No more, like dew-drop from the grass. br br The breeze, the breath of God, is still, br And the mist upon the hill br Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, br Is a symbol and a token.