Tuesday, December 11, 2007


Edgar Allan Poe
, The Raven

‘Prophet!’ said I, ‘thing of evil –prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us –by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.’
Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore’.