Where Once Poe Walked
By H. P. Lovecraft
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.