LO! 't is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years.
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres....
Poe really outdoes himself with this poem, I think. Here's a super creepy version with the impeccable Ken Nordine reading. That version was actually used in this little mash-up, "JuxtiPoeCreature", by Juxtaposeur:
It's also the alternate title to a movie--the only one I can think of where it does not look like Vincent Price is having fun.
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