That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
_Poe
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door
_Poe
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
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.”
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
_Poe
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
_Poe
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
‘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— “
_Poe
Inktober 2016 ~ Raven
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
_Poe