Much I marvelled this ungainly Though its answer little meaning — For we cannot help agreeing That no living human being. Ever yet was blessed with seeing But the Raven, sitting lonely That one word he did outpour. Till I scarcely more than muttered As my Hopes have flown before." Startled at the stillness broken By reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters Is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master Whom unmerciful Disaster But the Raven still beguiling What this ominous bird of yoreWhat this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, This and more I sat divining, Then, methought, the air grew denser, Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - From thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, And forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet !" said I, "thing of evil! Is there is there balm in Gilead? "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- By that Heaven that bends above us If within the distant Aidenn, "Be that word our sign of parting, Bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting"Get thee back into the tempest And the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token Of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, And take thy form from off my door!' 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 And the lamp-light o'er him streaming And my soul from out that shadow That lies floating on the floor THE BELLS. BY EDGAR ALLAN POE. H I. EAR the sledges with the bells- What a world of merriment their melody foretells! With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. II. Hear the mellow wedding bells, What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! How they ring out their delight! |