anantoinetteaffair:

Happy Birthday, Edgar Allan Poe.

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-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

- Excerpt from The Raven.

(19th January, 1809 - 7th October, 1849)

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