Hidden Identity

My own special poem, Timidly written, Pack away all temptation Hitherto the jungles of my mind Listen to the violin and bass.... Taken love from the heart... Brings life to your mind's eye... let humbleness be done in strife “K” my name is not. Tall, my tale is told arrange these letters prompt Pray, do try Jest no more For this is the last clue My name you'll find if clever Attempt all you may want.... in Poe's , Edgar of course, you shall find the answer