"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each brand embroidered in turn reflects the floor of his agony. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to draw from my books surcease to my sadness, my sadness for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. "
Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven.
Translating Baudelaire.
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