It is this mood of wearied, benumbed, discouraged, hopeless hope, feebly seeking for the "Lethean peace of the skies" only to find the mind inevitably reverting to the "lost Ulalume," that finds expression.
"Selections From Poe"
J. Montgomery Gambrill
9 Nor will I court Lethean streams, The sorrowing sense to steep; Nor drink oblivion of the themes On which I love to weep.
"Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Vol. 3"
George Gilfillan
I turn aside and taste The cool Lethean drink.
"A Lonely Flute"
Odell Shepard