Poe – Lincoln

Aren’t we having a feast of Poe?

We see him and read him wherever we go;

How sweet to be honored in press and on tongue,

By aged and all the way down to the young.

Well Poe is all right, I have nothing to say

On the praise he is getting today;

No doubt he deserves it, his stories are prime,

His poetry something far better than rhyme;

I’ve read and admired him since but a babe,

But what has become of our “honest old Abe”?

Jan. 17, ‘09