Thy soul shall find itself alone 'mid dark thoughts of the grey 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 thee are again in death around thee, and their will shall overshadow thee: be still.
The night, tho' clear, shall frown, and the stars shall not look down from their high thrones in the Heaven With light like Hope to mortals given;
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD-Edgar Allen Poe- I thought this poem would be more Mikes' style. Sending my love to his family...