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 Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore
PS... picture is by Gustave Dore
PSS... Quinn won't let me name the baby Lenore. Or Poe. Or Raven. Sigh...