Poe Lies here ... or does he?

The grave of Edgar Alan Poe, whose stories often talked of the world of the dead

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)