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 ore! See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! !o e! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!An anthe for the "ueenliest dead that ever died so youngA dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young# $%ret&hes! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride, And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died! 'ow shall the ritual, then, be read?- the re"uie how be sung (y you- by yours, the evil eye,- by yours, the slanderous tongue )hat did to death the inno&en&e that died, and died so young?$ *e&&avi us; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song Go up to God so sole nly the dead ay feel no wrong# )he sweet Lenore hath $gone before,$ with 'ope, that flew beside, Leaving thee wild for the dear &hild that should have been thy bride# +or her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, )he life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes )he life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes# $Avaunt! avaunt! fro fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven+ro 'ell unto a high estate far up within the 'eaven+ro grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the ,ing of 'eaven! Let no bell toll, then,- lest her soul, a id its hallowed irth, Should &at&h the note as it doth float up fro the da ned -arth! And .!- to-night y heart is light!- no dirge will . upraise, (ut waft the angel on her flight with a *aean of old days!$