And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
_Poe
inktober
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
_Poe
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
‘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 surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— “
_Poe
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
_Poe
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
__Poe
