Oh! thou huge, infernal Raven, Image that Hell’s King hath graven, Image growing more gigantic, Nursed beyond the Stygian shore, Leave me, leave me, I beseech thee, I would not of wrong impeach thee; I cried madly, then earth opened With a brazen earthquake roar. Downward, downward, circling, speeding, Cries of anguish still unheeding, Striking through me with his talons, Still the Raven shape he bore; Unto Erebus we drifted, His huge wings by thunder lifted, Beat ’gainst drifts of white-flamed lightning, Sprinkled red with human gore―― ’Twas a bird, but demon more. * * * * * Then I wakened, if to waken Be to dwell by grief forsaken With the God who dwelt with angels In the shining age of yore. And I stood sublime, victorious, While below lay earth with glorious Realms of angels shining, Crown-like on her temples evermore, Not an Earth, an Eden more. Earth, I cried, thy clouds are shadows From the Asphodelian meadows Of the sky-world floating downward, Early rains that from them pour; Love’s own heaven thy mother bore thee, And the Father God bends o’er thee, ’Tis His hand that crowns thy forehead; Thou shalt live forever more, Not on Earth, in Eden more. As a gem hath many gleamings, And a day hath many beamings, And a garden many roses Thrilled with sweetness to the core; So the soul hath many ages, And the life’s book many pages, But the heart’s great gospel opens Where the Seraphims adore, Not on Earth, an Eden more. There are in all sixteen verses in this imitation. The next example is one of the numerous poems delivered by Miss LIZZIE DOTEN (a spiritual trance speaker) whilst supposed to be under the influence of the spirit of EDGAR A. POE. A GRAND POEM. From the throne of life eternal, From the home of love supernal, Where the angels make music o’er the starry floor, Mortals, I have come to meet you, And with words of peace to greet you, And to tell you of the glory that is mine forevermore. Once before, I found a mortal Waiting at the heavenly portal―― Waiting out to catch some echo from that ever-opening door; Then I seized this quickened being, And through all his inward seeing, Caused my burning inspiration in a fiery flood to pour. Now I come more meekly human, And the weak lips of a woman, Touched with fire from off the altar, not with burning, as of yore, But in holy love descending, With her chastened being blending, I will fill your soul with music from the bright celestial shore.