The earliest version has much shorter lines - the first line's 15 
syllables divided 8 & 7.  EAP couldn't stop working on this one - there 
are 10 known versions with significant variations ...

In message <[log in to unmask]>, John 
Tranter <[log in to unmask]> writes
>Here's "Lenore". (Sorry about the lost lineation.)
>
>Didn't film-maker Roger Corman make "Lenore" into a Vincent Price vehicle -- 
>if such a creaking load of ham can be called a vehicle? 
>best, 
>       John Tranter
>======================= 
>Edgar Allen Poe 
>
>LENORE (1831) 
>
>Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
>Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river; And, Guy de
>Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
>See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
>Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!An anthem for
>the queenliest dead that ever died so youngA dirge for her the doubly dead
>in that she died so young. “Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated
>her for her pride, And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that
>she died!
>How shall the ritual, then, be read?- the requiem how be sung By you- by
>yours, the evil eye,- by yours, the slanderous tongue That did to death the
>innocence that died, and died so young?" Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and
>let a Sabbath song Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
>The sweet Lenore hath “gone before,” with Hope, that flew beside, Leaving
>thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride.
>For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, The life upon her
>yellow hair but not within her eyes The life still there, upon her hair-
>the death upon her eyes. -
>“Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is rivenFrom Hell
>unto a high estate far up within the HeavenFrom grief and groan, to a
>golden throne, beside the King of Heaven!
>Let no bell toll, then,- lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth, Should
>catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!
>And I!- to-night my heart is light!- no dirge will I upraise, But waft the
>angel on her flight with a Paean of old days!" 
>THE END
>======================= 

-- 
Alan Halsey


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