Dawn. Prior Castle of the Order of Malta.

The Raven

 

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 my

chamber door -

'"Tis some visiter", I muttered, "tapping at my chamber

door -

Only this and nothing more."

 

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost

upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought

to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for

the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels

name Lenore -

Nameless _here_ for evermore.

Done