By Josephine Cardin
A series inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary...
...From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Nameless here for evermore."
"But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"

"Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
"Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;"

"On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
"This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er..."

"Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"

"Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
"And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted- nevermore!"

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