Schlagwort: Edgar Allan Poe

The skies they were ashen and sober;The leaves they were crispéd and sere —The leaves they were withering and sere:It was night, in the lonesome OctoberOf my most immemorial year:It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,In the misty mid region of Weir: —It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,In the ghoul-haunted…