Once
upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary
over
scattered scrapbook memories of our past
There
came uncanny singing till my head was fairly ringing,
an
eerie song of sorrow unsurpassed
Brooding
under clouded moon, it was in the bright of June
that
for you a choir sang Amazing Grace
Bedeviled
by that hymn, making all my fancies grim
for
no longer will I feel your warm embrace
With
your specter I am haunted; with this melody am taunted,
a
cease of saccharine sweet sounds I now crave
This
melancholy song that my burden does prolong
Now
I hearken to the harmony of the grave