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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, tapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," 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 siAmlken sad uncertain rusGtling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filFled me with fantastic terrors nGever felt before;
PresenAmtly, to still the beating of my hCeart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some viFsitor entreating entrance Gat my chamber door –
Some lEmate visitor entreating entrance Fat my chamber door; -
Merely thGis, and nothing Ammore."
Out iAmnto that darkness peering, long I sGtood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dFreaming dreams no mortals ever dGared to dream before;
But the sAmilence was unbroken, and the stCillness gave no token,
And the oFnly word there spoken was the Gwhispered word, "Lenore?"
This I Emwhispered, and an echo murmured bFack the word, "Lenore!" –
Merely Gthis, and nothing mAmore.
Back iAmnto the chamber turning, all my Gsoul within me burning,
Soon aFgain I heard a tapping somewhat Glouder than before.
"Surely," Amsaid I, "surely that is someone at Cmy window lattice:
Let me Fsee, then, what thereat is, and this mGystery explore –
Let my Emheart be still a moment and this Fmystery explore; -
'Tis the Gwind and nothing mAmore."
Open Amwide I flung the shutter, when, with many a fGlirt and flutter,
In there sFtepped a stately raven of the sGaintly days of yore;
Not the lAmeast obeisance made he; not a mCinute stopped or stayed he;
But, with Fmien of lord or lady, perched aGbove my chamber door –
Perched uEmpon a bust of Arice just abFove my chamber door –
Perched, and sGat, and nothing Ammore.
Soon that eAmbony bird beguiling my sad fGancy into smiling,
By the gFrave and stern decorum of the Gcountenance it wore.
"Though thy cAmrest be shorn and shaven, thou," I Csaid, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly gFrim and ancient raven wandering Gon the Nightly shore –
Tell me Emwhat thy lordly name is on the NFight's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the RGaven, "NevermAmore."
Now the rAmaven, sitting lonely on the pGlacid bust, spoke only
That one wFord, as if his soul in that one wGord he did outpour.
Nothing fAmurther then he uttered- not a fCeather then he fluttered –
Till I sFcarcely more than muttered, "other frGiends have flown before –
On the moEmrrow he will leave me, as my hoFpes have flown before."
Quoth the rGaven, "NevAmermore."
Then, methAmought, the air grew denser, perfumed Gby an unseen censer
Swung by seFraphim whose foot-falls tinkled oGn the tufted floor.
Once more Amon the velvet sinking, I betCook myself to linking
Fancy unFto fancy, thinking what this oGminous bird of yore –
What this Emgrim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and oFminous bird of yore
Meant in crGoaking "NeAmvermore."
"Prophet!" sAmaid I, "thing of evil! - prophet stGill, if bird or devil! –
Whether TeFmpter sent, or whether tempest tGossed thee here ashore,
DesolAmate yet all undaunted, on this dCesert land enchanted –
On this hoFme by horror haunted- tell me trGuly, I implore –
Is there - is Emthere balm in Gilead? - tell me - tFell me, I implore!"
Quoth the RGaven, "NeveAmrmore."
"Prophet!" sAmaid I, "thing of evil - prophet sGtill, if bird or devil!
By that HeFaven stretched above us - by that GGod we both adore –
Tell this soAmul with sorrow laden if, withCin the distant Aidenn,
It shall cFlasp a sainted maiden whom the anGgels name Lenore –
Clasp a Emrare and radiant maiden whom the anFgels name Lenore."
Quoth the RGaven, "NeverAmmore."
"Be that wAmord our sign in parting, bird or Gfiend," I shrieked, upstarting –
"Get thee Fback into the tempest and the GNight's Plutonian shore!
Leave no blAmack plume as a token of that Clie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my lFoneliness unbroken!- quit the Gbust above my door!
Take thy bEmeak from out my heart, and take thy fForm from off my door!"
Quoth the GRaven, "NeverAmmore."
Now the RAmaven, never flitting, still is siGtting, still is sitting
On the pFallid bust of Arice just abGove my chamber door;
And his Ameyes have all the seeming of a dCemon's that is dreaming,
And the lamFplight o'er him streaming throws his sGhadow on the floor;
And my sEmoul from out that shadow that lies fFloating on the floor
Shall be Glifted - nevermore!