the raven

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 -
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 -
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 visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

i've always loved poetry, and while i do write my own, i have NEVER shown it to anyone haha so maybe someday i will be brave enough to do so. but until then, some Edgar Allen Poe should satiate my poetry craving. 

**and if you like poetry, Bev from i carry your heart  writes beautifully! she hasn't written anything lately, but when i found her blog, i went all the way to the beginning and read everything.

also, if anyone knows how to use this html editor thing... i'd appreciate any tips i could get, because it doesn't seem to post things the way i type them. soo irritating. :P


Tali. said...

not too sure about the html editor thing, i dont write in that bit i dont think. thanks for the comment earlier, very appreciated.lovely photos below, so cute!

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