Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
As someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door!" Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming., And the lamp-light o'er him steaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted-nevermore!
Man vs. Self From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore