Explore "The Scarlet Gown: THE BANISHED BEJANT FROM THE UNPUBLISHED REMAINS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE" by Robert Fuller Murray on Textopian.
Oh for the nights when we used to sit / In the firelight's glow or flicker, / With the gas turned low and our pipes all lit, / And the air fast growing thicker;
When you, enthroned in the big arm-chair, / Would spin for us yarns unending, / Your voice and accent and pensive air / With the narrative subtly blending!