The Raven

My boy Edgar Allan Poe going to lay down a flow

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 visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door

Only this and nothing more

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 of a demon's that is dreaming

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Lenore

Lenore

Is there, is there Lenore

Nevermore, Nevermore

Quoth the Raven Nevermore

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before

Surely, said I, surely that is something at my window lattice

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore

'Tis the wind and nothing more

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 of a demon's that is dreaming

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Lenore

Lenore

Is there, is there Lenore

Nevermore, Nevermore

Quoth the Raven Nevermore

Lenore

Prophet said I, thing of evil

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore

Lenore

Nevermore

Nevermore

My soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted nevermore

Lenore

Lenore

Is there, is there Lenore

Nevermore, Nevermore

Quoth the Raven Nevermore