All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more.

The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.

Blood was its Avatar and its seal.

Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.