Edgar Allan Poe

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger / Unsplash

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? Photo by Sandy Millar / Unsplash

In her sepulcher there by the sea — In her tomb by the sounding sea. Photo by Ryan Stefan / Unsplash

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world. Photo by Joshua Rawson-Harris / Unsplash

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. Photo by Ehimetalor Unuabona / Unsplash

We loved with a love that was more than love. Photo by Tommy Lee Walker / Unsplash

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. Photo by Zoltan Tasi / Unsplash

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. Photo by Arun Sharma / Unsplash

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!" Photo by Casey Horner / Unsplash

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Photo by Bogdan Dada / Unsplash