Where Once Poe Walked

Written 1936

        
             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.