Epilogue by Jonathan Christenson Lyrics
[Player 6]
You awoke in a Baltimore hospital on the morning of October
Seventh, from what you were sure had been a very deep and very
Long sleep. You could hear, you were sure, the sound of someone
Whispering
[Henry]
(Whispers indistinctly)
[Edgar]
Henry?
[Player 6]
When you opened your eyes, you found yourself, you were quite
Certain, in the very same room you have slept in each night as a child
The door to the room was closed except for a narrow crack-
And through this crack, on the other side of the door you could see
A tall dark figure pacing, back and forth-
[Edgar]
Pa? Is that you?
[Player 6]
And beyond him, a girl-
Waiting...
Anxious...
Uncertain
[Edgar]
Sissy! Sissy, my love!
[Player 6]
You felt something press against your arm. You looked down and
There, sitting next to your bed, was your mother, with her hand
Gently resting on your arm
You lay there-with your mother Eliza there at your side-without
Saying a word...for a very long time
[Edgar]
Momma-?
Momma-?
Momma. I'm sorry
[Eliza]
Remember, my darling, your mother Eliza
Oh! How they said I could sing...
[Player 1]
No more time for regrets in this life full of loss-
No more death in this life full of woe-
No more reason for him to return to the grave:
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe[Player 1]
Edgar
Allan
Poe
Edgar
Allan
Poe
Edgar
Allan
Poe
Edgar
Allan
Poe
Edgar
Allan
Poe.[Players]
There are thoughts
That will not part
That will not leave us in peace
And there are visions
Dark and sinister
That never will cease
A darkened tide
Of endless pride
A mystery and a dream
A dream so fraught
A wild thought
The same somnambulant theme
All that we see
All that we seem
Is but a dream within a dream.[Players]
So here, to the stage, did we bring
This play of hope and dread
While we, the players, did sing
The music of the dead
And out are the lights-out all!
And over each quivering form
The curtain, a funeral pall
Comes down with the rush of a storm
[Edgar and Players]
There are thoughts
That will not part
That will not leave us in peace
And there are visions
Dark and sinister
That never will cease
A darkened tide
Of endless pride
A mystery and a dream
A dream so fraught
A wild thought
The same somnambulant theme
There are thoughts
That will not part
That will not leave us in peace
And there are visions
Dark and sinister
That never will cease
A darkened tide
Of endless pride
A mystery and a dream
A dream so fraught
A wild thought
The same somnambulant theme
All that we see
All that we seem
Is but a dream within a dream
You awoke in a Baltimore hospital on the morning of October
Seventh, from what you were sure had been a very deep and very
Long sleep. You could hear, you were sure, the sound of someone
Whispering
[Henry]
(Whispers indistinctly)
[Edgar]
Henry?
[Player 6]
When you opened your eyes, you found yourself, you were quite
Certain, in the very same room you have slept in each night as a child
The door to the room was closed except for a narrow crack-
And through this crack, on the other side of the door you could see
A tall dark figure pacing, back and forth-
[Edgar]
Pa? Is that you?
[Player 6]
And beyond him, a girl-
Waiting...
Anxious...
Uncertain
[Edgar]
Sissy! Sissy, my love!
[Player 6]
You felt something press against your arm. You looked down and
There, sitting next to your bed, was your mother, with her hand
Gently resting on your arm
You lay there-with your mother Eliza there at your side-without
Saying a word...for a very long time
[Edgar]
Momma-?
Momma-?
Momma. I'm sorry
[Eliza]
Remember, my darling, your mother Eliza
Oh! How they said I could sing...
[Player 1]
No more time for regrets in this life full of loss-
No more death in this life full of woe-
No more reason for him to return to the grave:
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe[Player 1]
Edgar
Allan
Poe
Edgar
Allan
Poe
Edgar
Allan
Poe
Edgar
Allan
Poe
Edgar
Allan
Poe.[Players]
There are thoughts
That will not part
That will not leave us in peace
And there are visions
Dark and sinister
That never will cease
A darkened tide
Of endless pride
A mystery and a dream
A dream so fraught
A wild thought
The same somnambulant theme
All that we see
All that we seem
Is but a dream within a dream.[Players]
So here, to the stage, did we bring
This play of hope and dread
While we, the players, did sing
The music of the dead
And out are the lights-out all!
And over each quivering form
The curtain, a funeral pall
Comes down with the rush of a storm
[Edgar and Players]
There are thoughts
That will not part
That will not leave us in peace
And there are visions
Dark and sinister
That never will cease
A darkened tide
Of endless pride
A mystery and a dream
A dream so fraught
A wild thought
The same somnambulant theme
There are thoughts
That will not part
That will not leave us in peace
And there are visions
Dark and sinister
That never will cease
A darkened tide
Of endless pride
A mystery and a dream
A dream so fraught
A wild thought
The same somnambulant theme
All that we see
All that we seem
Is but a dream within a dream