Edgar Allan Poe Hears Sweet Music Like the Dulcet Tones of Angels or Whatever

“Hark!” said Poe, “I hear a dinging, as if wedding bells were ringing,
And the heartsick thoughts they’re bringing sting of love I lost before.
And there! Again there comes a bell, as if the Heavens long to tell
about the pale and radiant belle that bards and beggars called Lenore;
and again it rings and sings of dead, drowned, lovely, lost Lenore.”
Quoth the raven,

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[Text and illustrations from Frankenstein Takes the Cake, copyright © 2008 by Adam Rex, posted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved.]


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