Lost in Thought, A tribute to Poe

Reluctantly I sat abusing Some old and sad familiar musing That for some reason kept refusing To lie quietly A thought that in a moment read Was understood and put to bed But now prancing once more round my head O daring memory Why must thee wallow on the tongue Barren tree with fruit unsprung Tormenting, tempting songs unsung In endless reverie So oft times I've thought before Unquiet spirit I implore Why dost thou rattle through these doors Of vain assurety Must I bear this burden hence Without knowing why or whence These troubled thoughts but for a pence In silent suffering