burning vains, clear blue skies on my head

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

why do the nations conspire[a] and the peoples plot in vain?