Classic Poem

As he spake, I saw around me
Once again the Apparitions
Moving ant-wise hither and thither
'Neath the glimpses of the moon;

Faces of the dead departed
Glimmer'd on me from the shadows,
While a sound of woeful voices
Faintly wailing fill'd the air:

And again (which still was strangest!)
Never one did gaze upon me,
Though I named them wildly sobbing,
Stretching hungry empty arms:

Then at last my soul within me
Sicken'd, and the air around me,
Even as seas around the drowning,
Swung,—till sense and sight departed! …