The Raven still has it...

I'm a fan of Edgar Allen Poe, and I especially like his short story/poem The Raven. It was what introduced me to Poe, and it still gets at me every time. I decided to post a short excerpt of The Raven, just to add a bit of Edgar into your day (or night).

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —

            Nameless here for evermore.

Anybody have a favorite Poe story?