Author Philip Freneau Trembling, across the plain my course I held, And found the grave-yard, loitering through the gloom, And, in the midst, a hell-red, wandering light, Walking in fiery circles round the tomb. 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