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the Nightly shore

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's

Plutonian shore!"

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

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."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke

only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did

outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered - not a feather then

he fluttered

Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have

flown before

On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my Hopes have

flown before."

Then the bird said "Nevermore."

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

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one

burden bore

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of 'Never - nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into

smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird,

and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself

to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird

of yore

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous

bird of yore

Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable

expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my

bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease

reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that