waiting for time
Poe's Raven perched
precariously on hopes
of snowy sunrise
while doubt devastates
nations be(l)low
Nevermore
presently my soul
find solace in snow
process this process
the Raven thus quoth
a fleet of time
so small against stars
sunrise circles above
Nevermore
time waits
for no one
likes waiting for time
a hundred suns
will rise against
one black mark
one word on snow
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,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
. . .
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
From "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe
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