by hanner May 9, 2011  3
About this Style Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. - The Raven, Edgar Allen Poe Tags: argo blackout, black, blue, burgundy, butterfly wings, edgar allen poe, lace, maroon, peacock, poe, rave |
