Where Once Poe Walked

Written 1936

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�������������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. 

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