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H.P. Lovecraft
            "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.
  1936
Акростих американского поэта-мистика Гордона Филлипса Лавкрафта