Lenore
(excerpt)
Edgar Allan Poe
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
“Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read?- the requiem how be sung
By you- by yours, the evil eye,- by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?”
love this and Poe! and perfect for the time of year!
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Thanks Cybele. Poe’s good anytime but it tis the season. 🙂
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tis!
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Haunting words and photo!
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Thanks Jo. 🙂
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So powerful
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Thank you Miriam. 🙂
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I love this. I’d enjoy it all year round, but what better time is there than now? 🙂
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I feel the same that any time is wonderful but now is what we’ve got. Thanks Nathalie. 🙂
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