Dear Edgar, how could you have felt so alone
when my heart you claimed your own?
Remember the happiest day you had,
in silence you sang a song of glad?
And do you remember the serenade for Annie you made?
it was simply beautiful, she was not dismayed
You dedicated to Helen and Elizabeth, each a poem
but none more beautiful than that of Annabel’s glum
Under the evening star, you went into a dream within a dream
where your mind was not your own and you screamed
You went to the city in the sea ; a place farther than fairyland
where the spirits of the dead, lay rest in the sand
Now you are among to one in paradise and to one departed
and so this poem to you I dedicated
In youth you have known one, in death many have known you
you continue to inspire and touch people who are both happy and blue
And may wherever you are, I pray in peace you rest