The Raven
Edgar Allan PoeSözler ve Alıntılar
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,
Rapping at may chamber door.
''Tis some visitor,'' I muttered,
''Tapping at my chamber door
Only this and nothing more.''
Much I marvelled this ungainly
Fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning
Little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing
That no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing
Bird above his chamber door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured
Bust above his chamber door,
With such name as ''Nevermore.''
Then this ebony bird beguiling
My sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum
Of the countenance it wore,
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven,
Thou, I said, art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim and ancient Raven
Wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is
On the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven, ''Nevermore.''
And the silken, sad uncertain
Rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic
Terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating
Of my heart, I stood repeating,
'Tis some visitor entreating
Entrance at my cahmber door-
Some late visitor entreating
Entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more.
That I scarce was sure I heard you
Here I opened wide the door:
Darkness there and nothing more.