The Raven

The Raven
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  •  Ah, Destinctly I remember It was in the Bleak December; And each sperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost lenore, from the rare and radient maiden whom the angels named lenore. Nameless here for evermore.
  • 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.
  •  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 Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
  • “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
  •  And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming  And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
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