The Raven
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The Raven
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But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
With such name as “Nevermore.”
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,