Poem by H. P. Lovecraft (1890-1937)

Little Sam Perkins


The ancient garden seems tonight
     A deeper gloom to bear,
As if some silent shadow’s blight
     Were hov’ring in the air.

With hidden griefs the grasses sway,
     Unable quite to word them—
Remembering from yesterday
     The little paws that stirr’d them.



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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I haven't heard this one before,
Quote The raven nevermore.
Regards Alan.