Poems From Providence - The Poet's Press

One sunny day, quite unintending,
I find the old bard’s tomb in Mt. Auburn:
a grassy knoll well-fringed with yews,
a stately monument, the letters
L O N G F E L L O W
immense enough for all to read.
But whom should I discover there,
perversely lingering, casting their shadows
upon the stone that weighs the poet’s brow?
Whom but a trio of stately Ravens,
borne on their wings from an unknown shore,
rebutting the greybeard poet’s boast,
ending the argument — forevermore!
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