But lo,
a stir is in the air!
The wave — there is a movement there!
had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide —
As if their tops had feebly given
the filmy Heaven.
a redder glow —
The hours are breathing faint and low —
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
— The City in the Sea, Fourth and Last Stanza
Edgar Allan Poe
—
Because Orr is Orr-some.
And Poe is da Poe-t.
P.S. If you’re reading this in a reader which doesn’t show the Featured Image of each post, do check them out if you liked what you saw. Those were my last four chances to put in what looked great to me but didn’t quite fit the poem.
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