The Raven Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and wearyA
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten loreB
While I nodded nearly napping suddenly there came a tappingC
As of some one gently rapping rapping at my chamber doorB
'Tis some visitor I muttered tapping at my chamber doorB
Only this and nothing moreB
Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak DecemberD
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floorB
Eagerly I wished the morrow vainly I had sought to borrowE
From my books surcease of sorrow sorrow for the lost LenoreB
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name LenoreB
Nameless here for evermoreB
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainF
Thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt beforeB
So that now to still the beating of my heart I stood repeatingC
'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber doorB
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber doorB
This it is and nothing moreB
Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longerD
Sir said I or Madam truly your forgiveness I imploreB
But the fact is I was napping and so gently you came rappingC
And so faintly you came tapping tapping at my chamber doorB
That I scarce was sure I heard you here I opened wide the doorB
Darkness there and nothing moreB
Deep into that darkness peering long I stood there wonderingC
Doubting dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream beforeB
But the silence was unbroken and the darkness gave no tokenF
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word LenoreB
This I whispered and an echo murmured back the word LenoreB
Merely this and nothing moreB
Back into the chamber turning all my soul within me burningC
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than beforeB
Surely said I surely that is something at my window latticeG
Let me see then what thereat is and this mystery exploreB
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery exploreB
'Tis the wind and nothing moreB
Open here I flung the shutter when with many a flirt and flutterD
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yoreB
Not the least obeisance made he not an instant stopped or stayed heA
But with mien of lord or lady perched above my chamber doorB
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber doorB
Perched and sat and nothing moreB
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smilingC
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it woreB
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou I said art sure noE
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shoreB
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shoreB
Quoth the Raven NevermoreB
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainlyA
Though its answer little meaning little relevancy boreB
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human beingC
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber doorB
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber doorB
With such name as NevermoreB
But the Raven sitting lonely on that placid bust spoke onlyA
That one word as if his soul in that one word he did outpourB
Nothing further then he uttered not a feather then he flutteredH
Till I scarcely more than muttered Other friends have flown beforeB
On the morrow he will leave me as my hopes have flown beforeB
Then the bird said NevermoreB
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spokenF
Doubtless said I what it utters is its only stock and storeB
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful DisasterD
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden boreB
Till the dirges of his Hope the melancholy burden boreB
Of 'Never nevermore '-
But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smilingC
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust andI
Then upon the velvet sinking I betook myself to linkingC
Fancy unto fancy thinking what this ominous bird of yoreB
What this grim ungainly ghastly gaunt and ominous bird of yoreB
Meant in croaking NevermoreB
This I sat engaged in guessing but no syllable expressingC
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's coreB
This and more I sat divining with my head at ease recliningC
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp light gloated o'erD
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp light gloating o'erD
She shall press ah nevermoreB
Then methought the air grew denser perfumed from an unseen censerD
Swung by Seraphim whose foot falls tinkled on the tufted floorB
Wretch I cried thy God hath lent thee by these angels he hathJ
sent theeA
Respite respite aad nepenthe from thy memories of LenoreB
Quaff oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost LenoreB
Quoth the Raven NevermoreB
Prophet said I thing of evil prophet still if bird or devilK
Whether Tempter sent or whether tempest tossed thee here ashoreB
Desolate yet all undaunted on this desert land enchantedL
On this home by Horror haunted tell me truly I imploreB
Is there is there balm in Gilead tell me tell me I imploreB
Quoth the Raven NevermoreB
Prophet said I thing of evil prophet still if bird or devilK
By that Heaven that bends above us by that God we both adoreB
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if within the distant AidennF
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name LenoreB
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name LenoreB
Quoth the Raven NevermoreB
Be that word our sign of parting bird or fiend I shriekedM
Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shoreB
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spokenF
Leave my loneliness unbroken quit the bust above my doorB
Take thy beak from out my heart and take thy form from off my doorB
Quoth the Raven NevermoreB
And the Raven never flitting still is sitting still is sittingC
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber doorB
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreamingC
And the lamp light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floorB
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floorB
Shall be lifted nevermoreB

Edgar Allan Poe


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