Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow-vainly I had sought to borrow From my books a surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost lenore- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore- Nameless here
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