And the Raven never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming And my soul from out the shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted-
Distinctly I remember It was in a bleak December I was nodding, nearly napping When there was a rapping at my chamber door
Deep into the darkness peering I stood there, door opened, fearing Hesitating then no longer "Sir" said I "or Madame, truly I implore"
Darkness there and nothing more Just the wind cried "Lenore" Then there was a stately raven Stepping in nohow craven
Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore Croaking the word he said: "Nevermore" Asked for his name on the Plutonian shore Croaking again he quoth: "Nevermore"
And the bird sitting lonely On the placid bust spoke only That one word and nothing more While dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor
Darkness there and nothing more Just the wind cried "Lenore" Take the beak from out my heart Tear the shades of grief apart
Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore Croaking the word when he said: "Nevermore" Asked for his name on the Plutonian shore Croaking again he quoth: "Nevermore"
Darkness there and nothing more While my heart sighed "Lenore" Eagerly I wished the morrow To release me from my sorrow
Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore Croaking the word he said: "Nevermore" Asked for his name on the Plutonian shore Croaking again he quoth: "Nevermore"
The raven the rave the raven of yore Croaking the word he said: "Nevermore" Plutonian Plutonian Plutonian shore Croaking again he said: "Nevermore"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
