Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone --
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 then overshadow thee: be still.
For 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 :
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish -- This shows Gothicism because it
Now are visions ne'er to vanish -- has a really creepy feel to it, and
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more -- like dew-drop from the grass: it looks super creepy. It looks like
The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still -- somewhere you’d find a ghost or a
And the mist upon the hill dead body.
Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token --
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries! --
Trees standing in rain;
Footfalls on the pavement, feet crushing
A little girl leaving her house;
The moon, barely to be seen, shining dully in
the gray sky;
A cry from somewhere;
A man scolding his wife, and being heard
A man going into a library;
A shout from somewhere.
"Chicken I want," says someone near.
"O, what do I care," says a girl.
"He loves me, I'm sure," says a girl.
"What the hell do I care," says a boy.
"What did he do then?" says a man.
The elevated comes roaring by.
Rain falls quietly.
It is cold.
It grows darker.
In the library nearby are books of history. This shows realism because it
"My, my, what shall I do?" asks a girl.
"That's what he died of," says a young man. shows the harsh reality of war
"He was in the war," says a girl.
"She's the prettiest girl I know," says someone. and what really happens besides
The elevated can now be hardly heard; it is
roaring elsewhere. proving “justice.”
Water falls from the trees.
• An example would be “A
Man’s Woman” by
Frank Norris. It’s self
explanatory in the title.
Obviously it’s saying
women are born to be
caterers or however you
would like to put it, to
their men. Not by choice
but just because it’s
what they’re “supposed to
This shows naturalism because
the woman seems sad like she’s
been born into doing something
she doesn’t really want to be
doing but she has to.
• Edgar Allen Poe. Spirits of the Dead
• Eli Siegel. Somewhere This