The Raven-Edgar Allan Poe/Basil Rathbone

[00:00.263] 原文来自：Poetry Foundation [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.” [03:51.044] [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! [08:04.879]