Edgar Allan Poe

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream read more

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.