The Raven

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

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 shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never—nevermore.'"

Darkness there and nothing more.

Only this and nothing more."

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,

Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind and nothing more.