THE RAVEN by the Simpsons

THE RAVEN by The Simpsons. Based on the poem by Edgar Allan Poe.

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 some one gently rapping, rapping at my

chamber door

"Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my

chamber door

Only this 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.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each

purple curtain

Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors

never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I

stood repeating

''Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my

chamber door

This it is and nothing more.

" 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.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within

me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than

before.

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my

window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery

explore

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a

flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of 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.

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said,

"art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from

the Nightly shore

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's

Plutonian shore!

" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed

by an unseen censer

Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the

tufted floor.

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-by

these angels he hath sent thee

Respite-respite and nepenthe from thy memories
of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this

lost Lenore!"

Quoth 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 thy form from off my door''

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 this eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s
that is dreaming;
And the lamp-light over 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!