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[00:00.779] Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
[00:05.716] Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
[00:09.686] While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
[00:14.613] As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
[00:18.364] “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
[00:22.309] Only this and nothing more.”
[00:23.816]
[00:25.628] Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
[00:31.292] And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
[00:36.716] Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
[00:40.485] From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
[00:47.523] For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
[00:52.561] Nameless here for evermore.
[00:54.524]
[00:55.837] And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
[00:59.536] Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
[01:03.858] So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
[01:07.465] “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
[01:10.559] Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
[01:13.900] This it is and nothing more.”
[01:15.639]
[01:16.483] Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
[01:19.791] “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
[01:23.614] But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
[01:26.343] And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
[01:29.312] That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
[01:34.892] Darkness there and nothing more.
[01:37.121]
[01:39.284] Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
[01:45.145] Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
[01:50.152] But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
[01:56.444] And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
[02:03.492] This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
[02:09.770] Merely this and nothing more.
[02:11.912]
[02:12.762] Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
[02:15.879] Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
[02:19.039] “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
[02:22.895] Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
[02:25.525] Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
[02:28.659] ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
[02:30.312]
[02:30.928] Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
[02:36.872] In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
[02:41.462] Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
[02:45.893] But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
[02:51.107] Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
[02:55.000] Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
[02:59.509]
[03:00.251] Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
[03:04.103] By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
[03:07.587] “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
[03:13.393] Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
[03:17.238] Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
[03:21.990] Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
[03:25.757]
[03:27.085] Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
[03:31.907] Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
[03:35.180] For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
[03:39.498] Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
[03:42.987] Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
[03:48.504] With such name as “Nevermore.”
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[03:51.997] But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
[03:55.851] That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
[04:00.650] Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
[04:05.235] Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
[04:10.661] On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
[04:16.694] Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
[04:20.758]
[04:21.439] Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
[04:24.573] “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
[04:29.280] Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
[04:35.605] Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
[04:39.549] Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
[04:42.884] Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
[04:45.498]
[04:47.160] But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
[04:50.654] Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
[04:55.518] Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
[04:59.955] Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
[05:06.428] What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
[05:12.514] Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
[05:15.974]
[05:16.970] This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
[05:20.248] To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
[05:24.869] This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
[05:30.632] On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
[05:34.856] But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
[05:38.462] She shall press, ah, nevermore!
[05:42.338]
[05:43.684] Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
[05:49.592] Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
[05:55.448] “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
[06:01.583] Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
[06:06.296] Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
[06:13.594] Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
[06:17.544]
[06:18.339] “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
[06:22.571] Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
[06:25.298] Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
[06:28.258] On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
[06:31.968] Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
[06:36.577] Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
[06:40.479]
[06:40.875] “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
[06:44.677] By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
[06:48.161] Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
[06:52.593] It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
[06:56.387] Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
[07:01.669] Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
[07:05.767]
[07:06.154] “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
[07:09.833] “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
[07:12.811] Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
[07:17.082] Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
[07:20.772] Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
[07:26.553] Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
[07:31.765]
[07:32.693] And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
[07:40.667] On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
[07:45.289] And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
[07:49.544] And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
[07:53.862] And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
[07:59.934] Shall be lifted—nevermore!
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