This evening after basketball, I found myself looking for poetry to read on the Internet. Specifically, I looked up EE Cummings & Edgar Allan Poe for some reason. Somehow, I got sucked into an hour of reading poetry aloud, to myself. I was enjoying the feel & sound of the syllables rolling off of my tongue, the height & fall of my voice into the air for no one's pleasure but my own. This was the last poem I read.

Serenade by Edgar Allan Poe

   "So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
  I feel it more than half a crime,
  When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
  To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
  At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
  An image of Elysium lies:
  Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
  Form in the deep another seven:
  Endymion nodding from above
  Sees in the sea a second love.
  Within the valleys dim and brown,
  And on the spectral mountain's crown,
  The wearied light is dying down,
  And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
  Are redolent of sleep, as I
  Am redolent of thee and thine
  Enthralling love, my Adeline.
  But list, O list,- so soft and low
  Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
  That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
  My words the music of a dream.
  Thus, while no single sound too rude
  Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
  Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!
  In every deed shall mingle, love."