The Fall of the House of Usher

I am familiar with all of Poe's work and love much of his writing. This singular reading of one of his more famous short stories was done in preparation for a new novella based loosely on this tale, which I will be getting to in due course. Poe was a master and his command of the language and ability to bring beauty to the darkness is evident in Usher, as it is throughout his canon.

And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh –but smile no more.