Dunkelschön - Lenore lyrics

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 visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door Tis some visitor, I muttered, 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 named Lenore For the rare and radiant maiden, nameless here forevermore 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 visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visitor entreating this it is 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 darkness 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 This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, Lenore 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 upon a bust of Pallas, perched, and sat, and nothing more Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou, I said, art sure no craven Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on this Night's Plutonian shore Tell me what thy lordly name is quoth the raven, Nevermore Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor Wretch I cried thy God hath lent the by these angels he has sent thee Respite, respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore Quaff oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore Quaff oh quaff this kind nepenthe quoth the raven, Nevermore Prophet said I, thing of evil prophet still, if bird or devil By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if within the distant Aidenn It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore? Clasp a rare and radiant maiden quoth the raven, Nevermore Be that word our sign in 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 and 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 Take thy beak from out my heart quoth the raven, Nevermore Now 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 And my soul from out that shadow shall be lifted nevermore