Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1845-02-28
From the american Rsrisio. for February.
THE RAVEN.

As Of some one gently raPPing, raPPing at my
chamber door
&" IT'S some viser," muttered, ''tappng at my
chamber door,
Only this, and nothing more"
All, distinctly remember it was in the bleak De-
cember,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost
upon the floor.
Eagerly wished the morrow ;-vainly had tried
to borrow
lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels |
name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken and uncertain rustling Of each pur
pie curtain
Thrilled me-6lled me with fantastic terrors never
felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, stood
repeating
IT'S some visiter entreating entrance at my cham
Der door
Some late vister entreating entrance at my cham
Der door = This il Isl and nothing more. -
Presently my soul grew stronger; Insulating then
no longer,
sSr," said !, ''or Madam, truly your forgiveness
implore
But the fact is was mapping, and gently you
And family you came tapping, tapping al my
chamber door,
Tha, scarce was sure heard you"-here / open.
ed VIDE the door -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long stood there
wondering, fearing.
! Doubling, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared
to dream before
/ But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness
gave no token,
And the only word there spoken the whispered
| word, "Lenore "
This whispered, and an echo murmured back the
word Ul,enore ~
Merely this, and nothing more
Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within
me burning,
Soon heard again tapping somewhat louder than
before.
"Surely," said /, "surely that is something a, my
window lattice
Let me see, then, what thereat lie, and this mystery
Let my heart be still moment and this mystery
IT'S the wind, and nothing more -
Open here flung the shutter, when, with many
flirt and iutter,
In there stepped stately Of the sanity days
| Of yore
Not the least obeisaDce made he nor an instant
stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, Perched above my
chamber door
Perehed upon bust of Pallas just above my cham
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into
smiling,
BY the grave and stern decorum Of the counenance
il wore,
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou
said, s'art craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from
the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Nights Plu-
tonian shore =
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore .
Much marveled this ungainly fowl 10 hear dis
|, course so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning-lttle relevancy
bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary be-
ing
> Ever vet 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 than he uttered-not feather ther
he huliered-
Till scarcely more than muttered, "other friend!
have flown before
) On the morrow he will leave me, my hopes have
! Quoih the raven, "NevermoIe.
Wondering at the stiffness broken by reply apty
n spoken,
"Doubtless said |, siwhat ii uters is its only stool
!, aud store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmer
: cifu Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster-so, when hop
he would adjure,
Stern Despair returned, instead OF the sweet Hop
he dared adjure-
That sad answer, "Nevermore .
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul int
smiling,
Straight wheeled cushioned seat in front of bird
and bust, and door
Then upon the velvet sinking betook myself I
linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this OmiuOus Dir
Of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghasily, gauni, and ON
nous bird OF yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Thus sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable e'
pressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into m
bosoms core
= This and more sat divining, with my head at ess
:, reclining
II On the cushions velve. lining that the lampligf
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamPligt
goaiing DER,
She shall press, alb, nevermore
), Then, methought the air grew denser, perfume
"A from an unseen censor
- Swung BY angels whose faint footballs tinkled 0
= the tufted floor.
u .Wretch," cried, ''thy God hath lent thee--b
81 these angels he hath sent thee,
Respite-resPite and Nepenthe from thy memoirs
7 OF Lenore
r Let me quaf this kind Nepenthe and forget tn
4 lost Lenore !"
:, Quoth the raven, ''Nevermore
as mProphet - said /. "thing of evil!-prophet still