Classic Poem

There's a mossy, sunken grave,
In the solemn land of dreams,
All alone;
Where the dusky branches wave
O'er the banks of sable streams,
With a moan:
A dull sky spans it overhead,
Like a tomb;
The wan stars glimmer far away
In the gloom;
And a pale moon gleams
On the haunts of the dead,
Where the ghouls and the demons play.
And the souls that wander here
See each other very clear;
And remember, — but weep not!
Remember, — but sleep not!
Remember, — but cannot pray!