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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe 1845 Once Upon a Midnight Dreary While CI Pondered Weak and Wear Over Many a Quaint and Curious Volume O Forgotten Tore Ile Inodded Nearly Napping Suddenly There Came a Tapping S of Some One Gently Rapping Rapping at My Chamber Door Is Some Visiter Q Muttered Tapping at My Chamber Door Only This and Nothing More Ah Distinctly Tremember It Was in the Bleak December and Each Separate Dying Ember Wrought Its Ghost Upon the Floor Eagerly I Wished the Morrow Vainly Chad Sought to Borrow Prom My Books Surcease of Sorrow-Sorrow for the Lost Tenore Por the Rare and Radiant Maiden Whom the Angels Name Gegore- Nameless Here for Evermore and the Silken Sad Uncertain Rustling of Each Purple Curtain Ohrilled Me-Filled Me With Fantastic Terrors Never Felt Before So That Now to Still the Beating of My Heart T Stood Repeating Ois Some Visiter Entreating Entrance at My Chamber Door- Some Late Visiter Entreating Entrance at My Chamber Door- Is It Is and Nothing More Presently My Soul Grew Stronger Hesitating Then No Longer Sir Said or 9Madam Truly Your Forgiveness Cl Implore but the Fact Is Q Was Napping and So Gently You Came Rapping Aud So Faintly You Came Tapping Tapping at My Chamber Door Ohat T Scarce Was Sure Q Heard You Here Topened Wide the Door- Darkness There and Nothing More | Meme on ME.ME