Ville Valo reading

romance by Edgar Allan Poe 12-2-07 Romance. —————   1   Romance who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been — a most familiar bird — Taught me my alphabet to say — To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie A child — with a most knowing eye.   2   Of late, eternal Condor years So shake the Heavens on high With tumult, as they thunder by, I hardly have no time for idle cares Thro’ gazing on th’ unquiet sky. And, when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings — That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away — forbidden things! My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings!