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  • But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.

    Edgar Allan Poe (2015). “Collected Works of Edgar Allan Poe:”, p.99, Sheba Blake Publishing