Edgar Allan Poe - Raven

### Verse 1: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more." ### Hook: Nevermore, nevermore, echoes in my mind’s core, Darkness knocking at my door, haunting me forevermore. Nevermore, nevermore, can't escape this lore, Shadows whispering, I implore, peace I knew before. ### Verse 2: Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. Verse 2: Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. Hook: Nevermore, nevermore, echoes in my mind’s core, Darkness knocking at my door, haunting me forevermore. Nevermore, nevermore, can't escape this lore, Shadows whispering, I implore, peace I knew before. Verse 3: And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more." Verse 3: And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more." Hook: Nevermore, nevermore, echoes in my mind’s core, Darkness knocking at my door, haunting me forevermore. Nevermore, nevermore, can't escape this lore, Shadows whispering, I implore, peace I knew before.