Where Once Poe Walked

by H. P. Lovecraft

　　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.