Edgar Allan Poe's Complete Poetical Works eBook

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the flesh, and, as the dreamer is sometimes aware of the bodily presence of one who leans over him, so, sweet Una, I still dully felt that you sat by my side.  So, too, when the noon of the second day came, I was not unconscious of those movements which displaced you from my side, which confined me within the coffin, which deposited me within the hearse, which bore me to the grave, which lowered me within it, which heaped heavily the mould upon me, and which thus left me, in blackness and corruption, to my sad and solemn slumbers with the worm.
And here in the prison-house which has few secrets to disclose, there rolled away days and weeks and months; and the soul watched narrowly each second as it flew, and, without effort, took record of its flight—­without effort and without object.
A year passed.  The consciousness of being had grown hourly more indistinct, and that of mere locality had in great measure usurped its position.  The idea of entity was becoming merged in that of place.  The narrow space immediately surrounding what had been the body was now growing to be the body itself.  At length, as often happens to the sleeper (by sleep and its world alone is Death imaged)—­at length, as sometimes happened on Earth to the deep slumberer, when some flitting light half startled him into awaking, yet left him half enveloped in dreams—­so to me, in the strict embrace of the Shadow, came that light which alone might have had power to startle—­the light of enduring Love.  Men toiled at the grave in which I lay darkling.  They upthrew the damp earth.  Upon my mouldering bones there descended the coffin of Una.  And now again all was void.  That nebulous light had been extinguished.  That feeble thrill had vibrated itself into quiescence.  Many lustra had supervened.  Dust had returned to dust.  The worm had food no more.  The sense of being had at length utterly departed, and there reigned in its stead—­ instead of all things, dominant and perpetual—­the autocrats Place and Time. For that which was not—­for that which had no form—­for that which had no thought—­for that which had no sentience—­for that which was soundless, yet of which matter formed no portion—­for all this nothingness, yet for all this immortality, the grave was still a home, and the corrosive hours, co-mates.

[Footnote 1: 

“It will be hard to discover a better [method of education] than that which the experience of so many ages has already discovered; and this may be summed up as consisting in gymnastics for the body, and music for the soul.”

Repub. lib. 2.

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