“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly happing, suddenly there came a tapping, As someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.” (Edgar Allan Poe 1809-1849)
Can ir be, there’s someone at my door Some visitor entreating, at my chamber door My lost Lenore I really miss you so I open the door, darkness and nothing more Another tapping, outside my window Could it be the wind? No! Open wide I flung the shutters to the night’s plutonian shore In flew a raven from the saintly days of Yore Perched upon de bust of Pallas Just above my door When I asked its name, it replied, “Nevermore” Demon, why must you torment so…? Quoth the raven, “Nevermore”
“And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door” (Edgar Allan Poe 1809-1849)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
