And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.


Tales by Edgar Allan Poe: (ed. Dimitrios Spyridon Chytiris, 1927)

Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.

And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.

And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.

And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.