Ah, distinctly I remember

Ah, distinctly I remember ’T was my first and not December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor,

Eagerly I wished the morrow, Vainly I had sought to borrow In my last, surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore.

For my whole so rare and radiant, Whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here forevermore.