A Poe on Poems

Praise, oh, praise! the age-long art,

Ones, who decipher, shall ever bestow;

Eternal, it is, as the purest heart,

Mankind, unfathomable amounts do we owe.

Poets, I would say, the mystic elite,

Ode to the universe, for they gift,

Elegy, they moan, to those not alive,

Mind the ballads, they give a soul lift.

Panorama of life, where else to search?

Oh yes! we get them in beautiful lines,

Eagerly in the depth of depths does it perch,

Merci, you shall stay forever in our minds.