Then she sang:
When death comes, come, Lenore, too:
Thou wert Life’s beacon rosy-red;
And, by those glad, great eyes shot through,
In that same instant, Death were dead.
So am I never Death’s, but thine;
No tears shed I, nor once complain:
Set only thy red lips to mine
And take thy soul again.
I shall have seen for the last time