Where once Poe walked


Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
dreaming of centuries that have gone before;

great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,

arched high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,

and dead leaves whisper of departed days,

longing for sights and sounds that are no more.

Lonely and sad, a specter glides along

aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
no common glance discerns him, though his song

peals down through time with a mysterious spell.
Only the few who sorcery's secret know,

espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe.


(Howard Phillips Lovecraft)

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