The Raven

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Once upon a midnight dreary,

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never—nevermore.'"