The Sleeper, a poem by Edgar Allan Poe takes as it subject a beautiful woman in death. At midnight in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapour, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top. Steals drowsily and … Continue reading Dark Origins: The Sleeper, a poem by Edgar Allan Poe and my reading