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.