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"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or
devil!-- By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore-- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the raven, "Nevermore." -Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), The Raven |