John Bannister Tabb
Poe's Purgatory - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
All others rest; but I
A distant roar,
As of tumultuous waters, evermore
About my brain.
E'en Sleep, tho' fain
To soothe me, flies affrighted, and alone
I bear the incumbent stone
That stifles breath,
But not the hideous chorus crying 'Shame!'
Upon my name.
Had I not Song?
Yea; and it lingers yet
The souls to fret
Of an ignoble throng,
Aflame with hate
Of the exulting Fate
That hurls their idols from her temple fair,
And shrines me there.
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