No Angels

During the whole of a dull,dark soundless day In the autumn of that year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in heaven I had been passing alone on the horse's back Through the Singularly,dreary tract in the country and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on Within the view of melancholy House of Usher I know not how it was But with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of ufferable gloom pervaded my spirit I looked upon the scene before me the simple landscape features of the domain Upon the bleak walls,upon the white trunks of decayed trees With the utter depression of souls There was an iciness A sinking. A sickening of the heart During the whole of a dull,dark soundless day In the autumn of that year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in heaven I had been passing alone on the horse's back Through the Singularly,dreary tract in the country and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on Within the view of melancholy House of Usher I know not how it was But with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of ufferable gloom pervaded my spirit I looked upon the scene before me the simple landscape features of the domain Upon the bleak walls,upon the white trunks of decayed trees With the utter depression of souls There was an iciness A sinking. A sickening of the heart.