Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone –
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.
Spirits of the Dead, Edgar Allen Poe
Midnight in Akureyri.