Letters From The Time Traveler: Edgar Allen Poe’s Mysterious Death

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Dearest Edith,

I was recently reminded of my old, troubled friend Edgar when I saw this online:

Even though he died at age 40, in 1849 under mysterious circumstances, he still influences people around the world over 150 years later.

I met him when I was living in Pennsylvania in 1845. He was acquainted with the Swinson sisters and he visited one day.

He was a little man, who had just found success writing “The Raven”:

The Raven

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —

Only this and nothing more.”