ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; — vainly i had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost lenore

ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; — vainly i had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost lenore

alone forever, a bleak landscape surrounds the figure. the colors are faded and desolate, with no hope of change. a feeling of isolation permeates the image.

a bleak sunrise