Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness -- for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee
These Eight words the Rede fulfill: "An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will"
These Eight words the Rede fulfill: "An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will"
2 comments:
Morbidly dark and intriguing, I like it!
I love Poe's wordplay. My favorite is from The Tell-Tale Heart, when the police arrive to investigate the noise made during the murder: "A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises."
Deputed--past perfect verb form of Deputy. Brilliant.
BTW I have another bit of art you may want to...em, borrow. Happy Venus Day.
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