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Spirits of the dead (2004)
Poetry, E.A.Poe
for soprano, mezzo, piano and violoncello (commission by Kelados Ensemble)
Total duration: 7 min.




Thy soul shall find it self alone. Mid dark thoughts of the gray tomb stone
Not one of all the crowd, to pry Into thin hour of secrecy
Be silent in that solitude which-is not loneliness-for then the spirits of the dead who stood in life before thee are again in death around thee; be still
The night, though clear shall frown and the stars shall look not down From their high thrones in the heaven with light like hope to mortals given.
But their red orbs without beam to thy weariness shall seem as a burning and a fever which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shall not banish, now are visions never 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, yet unbroken is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees
A Mystery of Mysteries.

E.A.Poe



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