The skies 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
Ulalume (1847)

160 años después

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), por fin, tendrá un funeral digno en su casa de Baltimore.

"Come! let the burial rite be read — the funeral song be sung!"
Lenore (1843)