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  • 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 Leonore -
    For the rare and radiant maiden who the angels name Lenore -
    Nameless here for evermore.

    "The Raven" l. 7 (1845)