* The Raven *
Once upon a noontime dreary, while I dined, starved and hungry,
Over many a moldy and curious package of forgotten lore---
While I stuffed myself, nearly exploding, suddenly, there came a
As of someone gently "zzz-ing", "zzz-ing" at my kitchen door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "zzz-ing' at my kitchen door.
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I recall, it was in the dying fall,
And each separate digesting Snicker wrought its ghost upon my waist.
Eagerly I wished tomorrow, --vainly I had sought to borrow
>From my books a face of sorrow-sorrow of the lost Eeyore.
For the rare and radiant donkey whom the Pooh Bear names Eeyore.
Nameless here for evermore.
Presently, my frame grew bigger, dieting, then no longer,
"Sir", said I "or Madame, truly your forgiveness I implore.
But the fact is, I was eating, and you so gently came a 'zzz-ing'
Zzz-ing at my kitchen door.
And so faintly you came zzz-ing, zzz-ing at my kitchen door."---Here I
opened wide the door; ---
Darkness there and nothing more.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a buzz and swooping,
In there buzzed a stately horsefly of the accent of New York.
Not the least sting, made he, not a minute still, stayed he.
But just stopped there for a moment, high above my kitchen door.
Perched upon some dust from Dallas just above my kitchen door.
Perched and sat and nothing more.
Then this ugly fly buzzed my sad face to smiling,
By the mean and terrible insecty face it wore.
"Though thy stinger be sharp and hardy, thou", said I "art sure no
Bet if thou tried, thou could not sting me."
Then the fly spoke out of day,
Flew from its perch of dust from Dallas,
Right towards me with aim straight and true.
Flew round my head with horrible 'zzz-ing"
Stung me then and smerkly replied.
"Meany!", said I, "bug of evil! -I think your bad, you fly or devil!
I ask you, please, to tell the truth!
When I ask you if, in reality, is there such a donkey as Eeyore?
A rare and gloomy donkey such as Eeyore?"
Quoth the horsefly, "Nevermore!"
"That's not true, my flying coachroach!" I shrieked, upstarting---
"Get thee back into your home before.
Leave no stinger as a token of that lie thou hast spoken!
Leave my imagination unbroken! Leave my dust about my door!"
Said the horsefly, "Nevermore."
And the horsefly, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the dust from Dallas just above my kitchen door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my belly that still is eating, eating up my cupboard doors,
Shall be lifted, nevermore!
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