歌手:Omnia
专辑:《Alive》

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 someone gently rapping
Tapping at my chamber door
Tis some visitor I muttered
Tapping at my chamber door
Only this, and nothing more
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in a 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
Presently 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
Merely this, and nothing more
Out into the 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
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 someone at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is
And this mystery explore
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore
Tis the wind and nothing more
Open wide 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
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!
Quoth the raven
Nevermore
Now 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 further then he uttered
Not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered
Other friends have gone before
On the morrow he will leave me
As my hopes have flown before
Quoth the raven
Nevermore
Then methought the air grew denser
Perfumed by an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor
Once more on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking
What this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly
Gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking
Nevermore
Prophet! Said I
Thing of evil!
Prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent
Or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this
Desert isle enchanted on this
Home by horror haunted tell me truly, I implore
Is there is there balm in gilead?
Tell me tell me, I implore!
Quoth the raven
Nevermore
Prophet! Said I
Thing of evil prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven stretched 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 name lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore
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
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
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 lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow
That lies floating on the floor
Will be lifted
Nevermore!