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