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Lenore - Edgar Allan Poe

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river -
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? -weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read -the funeral song be sung! -
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young -
A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her -that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read? -the requiem how be sung
By you -by yours, the evil eye, -by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride -
For her, the fair and debonnaire, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes -
The life still there, upon her hair -the death upon her eyes.

Avaunt! tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!
Let no bell toll! -lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.
To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven -
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven -
From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven."

My lost lenore - Tristania

Dancing heart I mourn

My lost desire

Dancing heart I mourn

Rape the soul forever

For thy promise bewailed

by her raveneyes

by her beauty and a scarlet sunrise

May thy river bury her silvertears

A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas

Leaving vitality

so serene breeds my darkness

Entreating winterwinds

though I leave... I embrace thee

Winternight

Conceal thy precious angellore

I secrete my soul

Under thy wings of sorrow

Dark I embrace thy eyes

Wander lost on life's narrow path

I reveal my heart

To this beauty dressed in dark

When my shadows devotetly cast

My moon will rise with lost

Dancing heart I mourn

My lost desire

Dancing heart I mourn

Rape the soul forever

Grieving raveneyes

Falls asleep with the sunrise

Delightful midsummer breeze

Though I leave... I await thee 

Winternight

Conceal thy precious angellore…

Grant me thy last midsummer breeze

May thou ascend from endless sleep

... my desire

Dance me above thy moonli seas

Glance yearningly into the deep

a cold and weary night

Winternight

Descending me like flakes of snow

I embrace the cold

For a life that morrows

Dark I embrace thy heart

Wanderer lost beyond veils of dawn

I conceal thy loss

Enthralled in life yet still I mourn

My lost Lenore...