"Oh are there spirits, can there be" [poem]
Oh are there spirits, can there be
Things of such wondrous mystery
Oh are there spirits, can a mind
Float bodiless and unconfined
Or can the air the earth, the sea
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Be filled with immortality
Some say that in the cold moonlight
There hovereth many a changing sprite
Some say the wind, and who can tell
Bears spirits voices in its swell
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But if upon our mortal sense
There rules a unearthly influence
If there be sprites in earth or air,
They surely have their dwelling there 1