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           Alittlewhilehence

           Noregret

           Willstirforarememberedkiss—

           Notevensilence,

           Whenwe’vemet,

           Willgiveoldghostsawastetoroam,

           Orstirthesurfaceofthesea...

           Ifgrayshapesdriftbeneaththefoam

           Weshallnotsee."

           TheyquarrelleddangerouslybecauseAmorymaintainedthatseaandseecouldn’tpossiblybeusedasarhyme.AndthenEleanorhadpartofanotherversethatshecouldn’tfindabeginningfor:

           "...Butwisdompasses...stilltheyears

           Willfeeduswisdom....Agewillgo

           Backtotheold—

           Forallourtears

           Weshallnotknow."

           EleanorhatedMarylandpassionately.ShebelongedtotheoldestoftheoldfamiliesofRamillyCountyandlivedinabig,gloomyhousewithhergrandfather.ShehadbeenbornandbroughtupinFrance....IseeIamstartingwrong.Letmebeginagain.

           Amorywasbored,asheusuallywasinthecountry.Heusedtogoforfarwalksbyhimself—andwanderalongreciting"Ulalume"tothecorn-fields,andcongratulatingPoefordrinkinghimselftodeathinthatatmosphereofsmilingcomplacency.Oneafternoonhehadstrolledforseveralmilesalongaroadthatwasnewtohim,andthenthroughawoodonbadadvicefromacoloredwoman...losinghimselfentirely.Apassingstormdecidedtobreakout,andtohisgreatimpatiencetheskygrewblackaspitchandtherainbegantosplatterdownthroughthetrees,becomesuddenlyfurtiveandghostly.Thunderrolledwithmenacingcrashesupthevalleyandscatteredthroughthewoodsinintermittentbatteries.