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THE RAVEN

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 visiter», I muttered, «tapping at my chamber
door -
Only this and nothing more.»

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost
upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought
to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for
the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
name Lenore -
Nameless _here_ for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple
curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never
felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood
repeating
«Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber
door -
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber
door; -
This it is and nothing more.»

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no
longer,
«Sir», said I, «or Madam, truly your forgiveness
I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came
rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my
chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you» — here I opened
wide the door; -
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared
to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave
no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered
word, «Lenore?»
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the
word, «Lenore!»
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me
burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than
before.
«Surely», said I, «surely that is something at my
window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery
explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery
explore; -
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!»

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt
and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days
of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped
or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my
chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber
door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into
smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance
it wore,
«Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou», I said,
«art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from
the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s
Plutonian shore!»
Quoth the Raven «Nevermore.»

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse
so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy
bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human
being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his
chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his
chamber door,
With such name as «Nevermore.»

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke
only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did
outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then
he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered «Other friends have
flown before -
On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my Hopes have
flown before.»
Then the bird said «Nevermore.»

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly
spoken,
«Doubtless», said I, «what it utters is its only stock
and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful
Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster ti