"I wish of you nothing more."
Those were the last words of my sweet, beloved Lenore.
Every eye is withheld upon a single sigh,
spoken on a lonely merchants's lie.
On his lips, lyed three sips of loves greatest,
most timeless word.
Yet, doth upon my frame of door, sit a single, dark Raven... quoting me with nevermore.
i love this poem
edgar allen poe rulezs
Impressive!
Starward