To Edgar Allan Poe On The Fiftieth Anniversary Of His Death. Poem by John Bannister Tabb

To Edgar Allan Poe On The Fiftieth Anniversary Of His Death.



Dead fifty years? No so,
Nay, fifty years ago
Death, obloquy and spite,
To curse his ashes came.
But lo, the living light
Beneath the breath of shame
Indignant, spurned the night,
And withered them in flame.

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