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
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From reading this poem I gathered the author is in search of his beloved who has passed on and residing in a crypt or vault in a haunted place where the spirits of the dead reside So it's a place that the living should not venture but he's guided by the nebulous light of a crescent moon and a star in the heart of constellation Leo obviously it is night and he feels lost in the dark but a spirit Gide app
" Life is but a dream within a dream, " , , if you could but understand Love is the revealing of our now-Quantum-Physically-proven Creator, this he understood befor Physics proved we are virtual reality in many virtual reality uiverses, , ,
.........nicely penned and so poetic, a frightening tale ★
Strange poem - even for Poe. I'm glad I didn't fall in love with my own soul. Maybe this is one he wrote in jail when drunk.
this is very smelly