Lenore

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.…