Author Philip Freneau Dim burnt the lamp, and now the phantom Death Gave his last groans in horror and despair — " All hell demands me hence, " — he said, and threw The red lamp hissing through the midnight air. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments