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Literary
May 10, 1826
The Massachusetts Spy, And Worcester County Advertiser
Worcester, Worcester County, Massachusetts
What is this article about?
A translated German poem depicting visions of a deceased friend's spirit offering comfort during evening light, moonlight dreams, reading ancient stories, and under shining stars, with the spirit guarding peace.
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Full Text
Translated from the German by Elizabeth Smith.
When in the last faint light of even
A smiling form glides softly by
A gentle sigh its bosom heaving
While thou in oaken grove dost lie;
It is the spirit of thy friend,
Which whispers-"all thy cares shall end."
When in the mild moon's peaceful twilight
Foreboding thoughts and dreams arise,
And at the solemn hour of midnight
Paint fairy scenes before my eyes :
The poplars give a rustling sound-
It is thy spirit hovers round.
When deep in fields of ancient story
Thou hang'st enraptur'd o'er the page
That gives and takes the meed of glory-
Feel'st thou a breath that fans thy rage?
And does the trembling torch grow pale?
My spirit drinks with thine the tale.
Hear'st thou, when silver stars are shining,
A sound like Aeol's harp divine,
Now the wild wind, full chords combining,
Now softly murmuring " eve thine!"
Then careless sleep-to guard thy peace
My watchful spirit ne'er shall cease.
When in the last faint light of even
A smiling form glides softly by
A gentle sigh its bosom heaving
While thou in oaken grove dost lie;
It is the spirit of thy friend,
Which whispers-"all thy cares shall end."
When in the mild moon's peaceful twilight
Foreboding thoughts and dreams arise,
And at the solemn hour of midnight
Paint fairy scenes before my eyes :
The poplars give a rustling sound-
It is thy spirit hovers round.
When deep in fields of ancient story
Thou hang'st enraptur'd o'er the page
That gives and takes the meed of glory-
Feel'st thou a breath that fans thy rage?
And does the trembling torch grow pale?
My spirit drinks with thine the tale.
Hear'st thou, when silver stars are shining,
A sound like Aeol's harp divine,
Now the wild wind, full chords combining,
Now softly murmuring " eve thine!"
Then careless sleep-to guard thy peace
My watchful spirit ne'er shall cease.
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
Vision Or Dream
What themes does it cover?
Friendship
Death Mortality
What keywords are associated?
Spirit Friend
Comforting Vision
Deceased Companion
Serene Encounters
Guardian Spirit
What entities or persons were involved?
Translated From The German By Elizabeth Smith
Literary Details
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Translated From The German By Elizabeth Smith
Key Lines
It Is The Spirit Of Thy Friend,
Which Whispers "All Thy Cares Shall End."
It Is Thy Spirit Hovers Round.
My Spirit Drinks With Thine The Tale.
My Watchful Spirit Ne'er Shall Cease.