Pathology - Alone lyrics

Thy soul shall find itself alone 'mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone Not one, of all the crowd, to pry into thine hour of secrecy: Be silent in that solitude, which is not loneliness - for then the spirits of the dead who stood in life before three, are again in d**h around three - and their will shall overshadow 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 forever Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish - Now are visions ne'er to vanish - From thy spirit shall they pa** No more - like dew-drops from the gra** The breeze - the breath of God - is still and the mist upon the hill shadowy - shadowy - yet unbroken, is a symbol and a token - How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries!