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FL05 AVAILABLE
FL06 Unavailable - On Stand-By for Texas
FL07 Assigned FEMA base Camp, Galveston, Texas
....continued....
- 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.
- Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
- Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals 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 something 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 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.
2 comments:
Great poem!!!! my kids loveit, keep it goin
Shawn
Great poem, my kid's are loving it. Keep it goin
Shawn
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