The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent writers . n no longer, Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I heard you — here I opened wide thedoor;— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fear-in f^^Doubting, dreaming dreams n
The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent writers . n no longer, Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I heard you — here I opened wide thedoor;— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fear-in f^^Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore ? This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, Lenore! Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul witliin mo again I heard a tapping, something 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 —Let my heart be still a monaent and this mystery explore; — Tis the wind and nothing •But the Kaven, sitting lonely on that placid bust{By permissio)i of the Saturday Evening Post) THE RAVEN. 6787 Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 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 me what thy lordly name is on the Nights Plutonian shore!Quot
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