“Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight”

By |2020-06-04T18:15:02-05:00June 4th, 2020|Categories: Abraham Lincoln, Poetry|

It is portentous, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old court-house pacing up and down, Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, on the well-worn stones [...]