Ulalume

The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir-
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

The first verse of Ulalume by Edgar Allan Poe. Written in 1847.

On a lighter note I have back-blipped The Men of Lonach and Lost! We're Doomed!