Alone

Send us Fan Mail In a few nights, the clock would strike midnight. The museum would become still. Those dark eyes would open. And I would have to find a gentle way to tell Edgar Allan Poe that death had not silenced him. It had only kept him from hearing the applause. Mr. Poe, you famously wrote this poem about the fact that you always felt alone– From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the s...