The Late Day Lament

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— For the rare and
radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.” — The Raven (excerpt)
by Edgar Allen Poe–31718

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