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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.
"'This some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I rememberit 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 withfantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'This some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visitor 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, andso 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 mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And theonly 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 sour within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery exploreLet my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;

'This 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 mychamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then the 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 marveled 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 that placid bust, spokeonly that one word, as if its 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 isits only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never--nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I...