Wretch, wretched Whether tempests a thousand tossed thee ashore In this a garden by Horrors charm'd Upon a midnight dreary Bleak the moment "And each separate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon those hellish dirges…" Wish the morrow Silken in the rustling of a purple fire Darkness there and nothing more Pelagic terrors unfelt held by the pyre Peering Fearing Charm'd throes of Horror And the stillness gave no token Flung the chrysalid craven In Night's Plutonian shore Perched the dirges of life's burden Much marvelled chrysalid Flung Upon a midnight dreary Across the garden of Hell Ill angels only climed that lieth Wild Weird and ghastly sublime By a route obscure and lonely To reign upright the dim Oh jewels the halo of Hell Dying solace desire that fire of fire "Revel madly thine craving flower Chime the morphosis craven chrysalis…" Triumphantly came the touch of Hell Inate fire Alas 'twas incensed pyre Morphing chrysalis craven to conspire To mantle the thrown pedestral of Horror