I will write part of a poem and....
the first person who can tell me who wrote this poem,the title, the year in which it was written and the next line of the poem, will get a full personal card reading from me!
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness and slumber,
Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,
Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe-
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love-light,
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death-
SeasideMan
Pro 
That's Poe, but I wouldn't know the year...