调：A minor
Verse 1
with many a flirt and flutter,
the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a
minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady,
perched above my chamber door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas
just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat,
and nothing more.
Verse 2
still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by
Tell this soul with sorrow laden
if, within the distant Aidenn,
whom the angels named Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden,
Verse 3
or fiend!" I shrieked upstarting
"Get thee back into the tem
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit
Take thy beak from out my heart,
and take thy form from off my door!"
"Nevermore."
Verse 4
still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just
above my chamber door;
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!
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