Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-08-16

Once upon a midnight dreary,
While pondered. weak and weary,
Over many an often-vetoed
Bogus pension bin of yore-
While l nodded, nearly mapping,
Suddenly there came tapping,
As of some one gently rapping,
Rapping at my chamber door
"'Tis some visitor, - | muttered,
Some durn statesman at my door
Only this and nothing more!'
But the sick ming sad uncertain
Thought of foes behind that curtain
Thrilled me. filed me with fantastic
Terrors often felt before.
So that now, to still the beating
OF my heart, l stood repeating:
'"Tis some politician treating
Who has 'tret' a half q score
'Tret' too much, and now entreating
Office at my chamber door
This it is and nothing more"
Presently my soul grew stronger;
Hesitating then no longer,
Sa id l: ''Is It the soop' rintendent
OF the school taught of yore?
OF the Sunday school taught in,
In the town my votes were bought in,
In the town my job was caught in
Job whereof I'd like some morer
II tits you. or even Dudley
Here / opened wide the door
Nothing there. and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning
Gin the hall light was burning
am quite nervous party
Since I cottaged by the shore-)
Soon again heard q tapping
AS of someone loudly rapping
Fit TO wake dead mans mapping
Rapping at my chamber door
And took q soda tablet
(Soda mint and ope'd the door.
'"Tis dyspepsia-nothing NOR e!''
But saw two bright eyes peerine,
And with calm assurance leering-
In there walked an ancient Raven,
Quite suggestive OF a bore.
Not the least obeisance made he,
Not = minute stopped or staid he,
But with mien of lord or lady
Flopped above my chamber door
Flopped upon the bust of gran pa,
Just above my chamber door
Perched and sat, and nothing
more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling
My sad fancy into smiling.
By its manner strange, suggesting
Little Rock ana Arkansor,
Though thy plumes are not Elysian,'
Said l, tell me with precision,
Art iimblaine vision?
Art thou here for peace or war?
Tell me, is it peace between usP
Shall an end be made of war?''
Quoth the Raven, ''Nevermorer'
Much marveled this COMPOUNDED
Fowl the question thus propounded
With Yeracity TO answer
Which was not his want of yore.
"But,'' thought, ''he is but thinking
OF his own hopes, shipwrecked, sinking,
As he sits there. blankly blinking,
Dreaming of his matchless tumble,
In the year of ST.
Quoth the Raven. ''Nevermorer'
''Prophet'' said I, s'thing of evil
Prophet, if you are devil
Whether Reed gifts left, or whether
Poor Mckinley goes ashore
Tell me, am Fate's selection
For glorious reelection
Shall Join freak collection
Shall serve my first term DER
Must Igo to Ininap lis?
Can't tide two terms o'er?''
Quoth the Raven. "Nevermorel"
''Be that word our sign of partingF
1t is time that you were starting
What's the matter with Augusta,
Or Bar Harbor's rock-bound shore?
/ have never been familiar
With your old Credit Mobilier
Get you gone, or l will kill yerl
ONT that bust above my door
Quit my gran'pa cerebeilum-
Quit, o, quit my pious doorI''
Quoth the Raven, ''Nevermore!'
And the Raven, never fitting,
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the plaster bust of gran pa,
Just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming
OF q iimblaine's that is scheming,
And the lam plight o er him strea ming
Throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow
That lies floating on She floor
Shall be lifted-nevermore-
P. Spy the RAVEN B..
Nevermorel