The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
(First, second, and last verses)
Ravens Galore; a parody by
Sing Along With HalMitch
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.'
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I
pondered weak and weary,
Over many quaint and curious words I’d
heard before,
While I nodded, nearly napping my strength
nearly sapping
Came this urgent tapping, tapping, on my
chamber door.
‘Tis some late night inquisitor; not a friendly
visitor at my chamber doorOnly a raven and nothing more.
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.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was the 5th of
November,
And like each dying ember I’d refused to
vote the day before.
Eagerly I wished for the morrow hoping to
assuage my sorrow
But instead I seemed to borrow a page from
Poe and his lost Lenore –
Can I redeem this ancient privilege I’d
spurned the day before?
Quoth the raven, nevermore.
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting,
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!
And the raven, never flitting, still
condemning and still sitting
On the bust of Lincoln just above my
chamber door;
With the eyes of an evil demon he glares
from the light streaming
Casting shadows from the past; a sad
reminder of the day before.
And if my soul continues with no voting
there’ll be more ravens at my door.
Quoting for not voting; ravens galore!