Explore "The Scarlet Gown: THE BANISHED BEJANT FROM THE UNPUBLISHED REMAINS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE" by Robert Fuller Murray on Textopian.
The voice that sings across the night / Of long forgotten days and things, / Is there an ear to hear aright / The voice that sings?
It is as when a curfew rings / Melodious in the dying light, / A sound that flies on pulsing wings.