The Raven (illustrated by Gustave Doré)

"Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town; But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently— ·     ·     ·     ·     ·     ·     ·      Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathéd friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. ·     ·     ·     ·     ·     ·     ·      No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea— No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene."