How many times I've sifted through your writings for ideas,
a spark of inspiration, I could never hope to count.
Happy birthday, Edgar Allan Poe. Ah, here we are -
I cannot, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the lady Ligeia. Long years have since elapsed, and my memory is feeble through much suffering. Or, perhaps, I cannot now bring these points to mind, because, in truth, the character of my beloved, her rare learning, her singular yet placid cast of beauty, and the thrilling and enthralling eloquence of her low musical language, made their way into my heart by paces so steadily and stealthily progressive that they have been unnoticed and unknown. Yet I believe -- huh? No, seriously, why are you still here? Go read his stuff. Now.
Don't make me post another one of my poems.