The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1893-10-26
DUy-RAVEN.
With Apologies to Edgar Allan roe ana
Lord Dunraven.

| Once upon midnight dreary' as thought
| OF the Valkyrie,
And other famous British yachts that
came unto our shore;
| AS | nodded nearly mapping, t"ht my
shores and sleeping gaping.
! Suddenly / heard scrapping Oh some
tomcats near my door.
| "The same darnd cats, muttered,
"scrapping at my chamber ooo.'
Only this and nothing more
Deep into the cleaning glowering. l stood
shlvering there and covering
Crashing. grinding molars, never gnashed
or ground before,
But the shrieks were unapateo as the
cats In turn debated,
And I heard the question stated' Is
Britannia feeling soreT
Ave. they yelled IL. and they spelled IL,
us Britannia feeling sorey
Question asked and nothing more
Back into my chamber turning every
thought OF COLLINS spurning'
Soon 1 heard q sound fafhiliar' solie-
what different than before;
Surely" said /, that noise no cat ID
I'll look and see then what Is
That strange. unsteady shutting just with
out my chamber door;
Let my heart be still a moment, and the
mystery explore. .,
IT'S the wind, and nothing more"
Omen here I flung the shutter, when
across the narrow gutter
Came Dunraven, like q stately plumed
knight Of days Of yore.
Not the least obeisance MADE ne not
moment stopped or staid ne,
ord
aiar my chamber door;
Like one bereft he took a seat within my
chamber door
Sat and sat, and nothing more.
Then his reticence begulllng my strange
fancy into smiling,
BY the grave and stern decorum OF the
countenance ne wore,
Tho thy chin be smoothly shaVen,
thou" said /, art LORD DunraVeh;
You're the yachting sport, with hopes
elate. who sailed from Albions shore'
Tell me- tell me- what thy name Is 10"
upon Britannia's shore?
Quoth Dunraven, "Nevermore'
But Dunraven, sitting lonely on the
rocking chair, spoke only
That one word as II his soul In that one
word did he outpour
Nothing further, then, he uttered, not
single phrase he suffered.
Till 1 scarcely more than muttered'
"Other boats were beat before;
Some day. old boy, youn get there-
other hopes have flown before.
Then the lord said, "NeVermore'
Startled by the stillress broken by reply
80 aptly spoken,
doubtless" said I, this utterance Is
his only stock and store,
Caught from some o'er-happy master, rs
the Vigilant went past her,
Past the English yacht Valkyrie, as they
bowled along the shore,
Till the dirges Of this hopes the melan-
choly burden bore,
"Of never-nevermore."
But. Dunraven still beguiing my sad
face into smiling,
Straight 1 wheeled my cusbioned sofa
somewhat nearer to the door.
So. with clearing and with blinking, 1
betoolI myself 10 linking
Fercy unto farcy-thinking what this
lord from Albions shore.
What this knightly, grand and genteel
sport worth millions near score,
Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Thus I sat engaged in guessing but no
syllable expressing
To the lord whose eyes seemed riveted
upon my Utmost core.
This and more | sat divining, YEARLY
my head reclining,
While Dunraven sat repining now with
gaze upon the floor,
Thinking OF that cup he wanted TO re-
turn to Britain's shore.
He'll return it-nevermore.
Then the silence grew oppressive, still
his lordship unimpressive,
AS the seconds into minutes with an aw-
full stillnes wore;
"Dun," l said. brace up, content thee,
have it out with those who sent thee.
You may find a glad nepenthe in good
tidings yet in store.
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe I'll
yet bring a winner Ger
Quoth Dunraven, "Nevermore."
"Tut. tut" said !. "the DEVIL avaunt
these thoughts Of evil
By the reef OF your club-topsall, by the
keel you so adore,
Purge your heart of stricken pride, sir,
may be in the far-off Clyde, sir
They will build a centre-boarder manned
by staunch hands aft and fore;
rapid CONTEMPORARIES that win sweep
Columbias Shore"
Quoth Dunraven, "Nevermore."
Come, my lord" / said, upstarting "for
the hour has come for parting.
When you head your bonny yacht, sir,
for the white-cliffed Albion shore.
Leave not pining for a token, leave re-
gretful words unspoken,
(And our record still unbroken), as you
quit my chamber door.
Goodnight, my lord. remember you may
win in a."
Quoth Dunraven. "Nevermore."
M. ]. ID. In New York World.
JUDGE BONDS SUCCESSOR.