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Strange Visitors / A series of original papers, embracing philosophy, science, government, religion, poetry, art, fiction, satire, humor, narrative, and prophecy, by the spirits of Irving, Willis, Thackeray, Brontë, Richter, Byron, Humboldt, Hawthorne, Wesley, Browning, and others now dwelling in the spirit world; dictated through a clairvoyant, while in an abnormal or trance state cover

Strange Visitors / A series of original papers, embracing philosophy, science, government, religion, poetry, art, fiction, satire, humor, narrative, and prophecy, by the spirits of Irving, Willis, Thackeray, Brontë, Richter, Byron, Humboldt, Hawthorne, Wesley, Browning, and others now dwelling in the spirit world; dictated through a clairvoyant, while in an abnormal or trance state

Chapter 18: EDGAR A. POE. _THE LOST SOUL_.
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A miscellany of purported spirit communications channeled through a clairvoyant, comprising essays, poems, sketches, satire, fiction, and prophecy. Contributions alternate intimate first-person accounts of dying and arriving in a luminous spirit realm with reflective pieces on religion, philosophy, art, government, and social life. Some entries describe visionary landscapes and modes of spirit travel, while others present critical or satirical commentary on earthly institutions and artistic practice. The collection blends mystical narrative with speculative argument, moving between emotive reminiscence and didactic exposition to explore mortality, moral responsibility, and the continuity imagined between earthly experience and a perceived afterlife.

EDGAR A. POE.

_THE LOST SOUL_.

Hark the bell! the funeral bell,
Calling the soul
To its goal.
Oh! the haunted human heart,
From its idol doomed to part!
Yet a twofold being bearing,
She and I apart are tearing;
She to heaven I to hell!
Going, going! Hark the bell!
Far in hell,
Tolling, tolling.
Fiends are rolling,
Whitened bones, and coffins reeking,
Fearful darkness grimly creeping
On my soul,
My vision searing,
She disappearing,
Drawn from me
By a soul I cannot see,
Whom I know can never love her.
Oh! that soul could I discover,
I would go,
Steeped in woe,
Down to darkness, down to hell!
Hark the bell! Farewell! farewell!