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. 

       II 

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. 

       III 

The night, tho’ 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. 

       IV 

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, 

Now are visions ne’er to vanish; 

From thy spirit shall they pass 

No more—like dew-drop from the grass. 

       V 

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!

By good angels tenanted, 

Once a fair and stately palace— 

Radiant palace—reared its head. 

In the monarch Thought’s dominion, 

It stood there! 

Never seraph spread a pinion 

Over fabric half so fair! 

Banners yellow, glorious, golden, 

On its roof did float and flow 

(This—all this—was in the olden 

Time long ago) 

And every gentle air that dallied, 

In that sweet day, 

Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, 

A wingèd odor went away. 

Wanderers in that happy valley, 

Through two luminous windows, saw 

Spirits moving musically 

To a lute’s well-tunèd law, 

Round about a throne where, sitting, 

Porphyrogene! 

In state his glory well befitting, 

The ruler of the realm was seen. 

And all with pearl and ruby glowing 

Was the fair palace door, 

Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing 

And sparkling evermore, 

A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty 

Was but to sing, 

In voices of surpassing beauty, 

The wit and wisdom of their king. 

But evil things, in robes of sorrow, 

Assailed the monarch’s high estate; 

(Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow 

Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) 

And round about his home the glory 

That blushed and bloomed 

Is but a dim-remembered story 

Of the old time entombed. 

And travellers, now, within that valley, 

Through the red-litten windows see 

Vast forms that move fantastically 

To a discordant melody; 

While, like a ghastly rapid river, 

Through the pale door 

A hideous throng rush out forever, 

And laugh—but smile no more. 

And the stars shall look not down 

From their high thrones in the heaven," (Poe, 11-13) This quote shows how the author gave the stars and the night human qualities by using words like "frown" and "look down".
2) Alliteration: the repetition of initial consonant sounds of several words in a group. "Be silent in that solitude," (Poe,5) This quote shows alliteration because of the words "silent" and "solitude". The beginning of the words both start with S.
3) Mood: or atmosphere, is the feeling created by the reader by a literary work or passage. The mood is ghostly. It shows tones of melancholy and hopelessness.

And the stars shall look not down 

From their high thrones in the heaven, 

With light like Hope to mortals given—" (Poe,11-14)