Whome The Angels Named… LENORE.

While he pondered, NEARLY NAPPING,
SUDDENLY he heard a tapping-
Like a “B” girl lightly rapping-
Rapping on his chamber door-
While the moonlight climbed the curtain-
‘Tis the wind…. and nothing more!

Long into that darkness peering-
Ohh what was it he was fearing?
While he dreamed the dreams, no Mortal
Ever DARED to dream before!

So it was to still the beating
Of his heart he stood repeating-
Wonder what happened to that B girl?
Who was tapping on my door?

Then the wind brought back an echo
Of the whispered word…. LENORE!
Of that fair and Sainted Maiden-
WHOME THE ANGELS NAMED…. LENORE!

Then he saw a drifting shadow
In the moonlight, o’er the meadow;
Just a SHADOW, in the moonlight,
WAS IT HER?… THE LOST LENORE?

Was SHE there? that Sainted Maiden?
From that far off distant Aden?
Or the SHADOW of the Maiden?
Whome the Angels named LENORE?

Then the POET, weak and weary,
Dreaming on that midnight dreary,
DREAMED HIS LAST DREAM OF THE MAIDEN-
WHOME THE ANGELS NAMED….LENORE!

And the NIGHT MOON, like a shadow,
To his chamber…. COMES NO MORE!