Ebook The Raven

Ah, distinctly I remember It was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the ?oor. Eagerly I wished. The morrow; Vainly I had tried 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.