Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee--
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore.

Author: Edgar Allan Poe

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer<br />Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.<br />"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee--<br />Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!<br />Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"<br />Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore. - Edgar Allan Poe

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