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1020
\nFavorite ride at Dismal-land<\/p>\n

The Haunted Palace<\/strong>
\nBy Edgar Allan Poe<\/p>\n

In the greenest of our valleys
\nBy good angels tenanted,
\nOnce a fair and stately palace\u2014
\nRadiant palace\u2014reared its head.
\nIn the monarch Thought\u2019s dominion,
\nIt stood there!
\nNever seraph spread a pinion
\nOver fabric half so fair!<\/p>\n

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
\nOn its roof did float and flow
\n(This\u2014all this\u2014was in the olden
\nTime long ago)
\nAnd every gentle air that dallied,
\nIn that sweet day,
\nAlong the ramparts plumed and pallid,
\nA wing\u00e8d odor went away.<\/p>\n

Wanderers in that happy valley,
\nThrough two luminous windows, saw
\nSpirits moving musically
\nTo a lute\u2019s well-tun\u00e8d law,
\nRound about a throne where, sitting,
\nPorphyrogene!
\nIn state his glory well befitting,
\nThe ruler of the realm was seen.<\/p>\n

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
\nWas the fair palace door,
\nThrough which came flowing, flowing, flowing
\nAnd sparkling evermore,
\nA troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
\nWas but to sing,
\nIn voices of surpassing beauty,
\nThe wit and wisdom of their king.<\/p>\n

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
\nAssailed the monarch\u2019s high estate;
\n(Ah, let us mourn!\u2014for never morrow
\nShall dawn upon him, desolate!)
\nAnd round about his home the glory
\nThat blushed and bloomed
\nIs but a dim-remembered story
\nOf the old time entombed.<\/p>\n

And travellers, now, within that valley,
\nThrough the red-litten windows see
\nVast forms that move fantastically
\nTo a discordant melody;
\nWhile, like a ghastly rapid river,
\nThrough the pale door
\nA hideous throng rush out forever,
\nAnd laugh\u2014but smile no more.<\/p>\n