Eulogies for Poe
Volunteer Holly honors a late literary great. The night was like a scene from Poe’s own pen: “The skies they were ashen and sober; / The leaves they were crisped and sere-- / The leaves they were withering and sere;…
Volunteer Holly honors a late literary great. The night was like a scene from Poe’s own pen: “The skies they were ashen and sober; / The leaves they were crisped and sere-- / The leaves they were withering and sere;…