"What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what is behind a windowpane."

Sunday, July 25, 2010

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 some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately Raven of the unsaintly days of yore.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the coutnenance it wore.
"Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite-respite and nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil!-
On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm of Gilead? - tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take they form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is stitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!


  1. Did you write that!?!? lol! I do recognize Poe and actually was obsessed with him at one time. I LOVE your Raven! ~Shelley O.

  2. Hi Jill ~ linked to your post from "some days are diamonds" blog post. I love your raven, and loved how you did the tin the raven is perched on. Also your tiny wood carvings are marvelous with lots of great detail ~ You are indeed talented ~ Much Love Always Andrea (sissydre.blogspot.com)