With today's word (as with many here) my mind flew to the first time I learned it, while reading Poe's The Raven:
"Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore". Appropriate timing, as we've just passed Poe's 201st birthday on January 19. Thank you for your wonderful world of words, and all they convey.