Quote by Edgar Allan Poe

"But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Said—"Sadly this star I mistrust— Her pallor I strangely mistrust: — Oh, hasten!—oh, let us not linger! Oh, fly!—let us fly!—for we must." In terror she spoke, letting sink her Wings until they trailed in the dust— In agony sobbed, letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust— Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust."

Edgar Allan Poe, from Ulalume

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