The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 348 pages of information about The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2.
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 348 pages of information about The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2.
syllables of my name; and I shuddered because no sound succeeded.  I saw, too, for a few moments of delirious horror, the soft and nearly imperceptible waving of the sable draperies which enwrapped the walls of the apartment.  And then my vision fell upon the seven tall candles upon the table.  At first they wore the aspect of charity, and seemed white and slender angels who would save me; but then, all at once, there came a most deadly nausea over my spirit, and I felt every fibre in my frame thrill as if I had touched the wire of a galvanic battery, while the angel forms became meaningless spectres, with heads of flame, and I saw that from them there would be no help.  And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.  The thought came gently and stealthily, and it seemed long before it attained full appreciation; but just as my spirit came at length properly to feel and entertain it, the figures of the judges vanished, as if magically, from before me; the tall candles sank into nothingness; their flames went out utterly; the blackness of darkness supervened; all sensations appeared swallowed up in a mad rushing descent as of the soul into Hades.  Then silence, and stillness, night were the universe.

I had swooned; but still will not say that all of consciousness was lost.  What of it there remained I will not attempt to define, or even to describe; yet all was not lost.  In the deepest slumber —­ no!  In delirium —­ no!  In a swoon —­ no!  In death —­ no! even in the grave all is not lost.  Else there is no immortality for man.  Arousing from the most profound of slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream.  Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.  In the return to life from the swoon there are two stages; first, that of the sense of mental or spiritual; secondly, that of the sense of physical, existence.  It seems probable that if, upon reaching the second stage, we could recall the impressions of the first, we should find these impressions eloquent in memories of the gulf beyond.  And that gulf is —­ what?  How at least shall we distinguish its shadows from those of the tomb?  But if the impressions of what I have termed the first stage, are not, at will, recalled, yet, after long interval, do they not come unbidden, while we marvel whence they come?  He who has never swooned, is not he who finds strange palaces and wildly familiar faces in coals that glow; is not he who beholds floating in mid-air the sad visions that the many may not view; is not he who ponders over the perfume of some novel flower —­ is not he whose brain grows bewildered with the meaning of some musical cadence which has never before arrested his attention.

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