Central High School - Caldron Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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THE RAVEN. fNo'rI-:-'I'liv janitor handed this to thi- Editor, saying that he fonud it on the 'tbenchu in Room No 9 1 ' Once upon a school-day dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary Over many il seam and crack that lined the floor- XVl1ile I nodded nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at the big-room door. 'Tis some visitor, I muttered, Tapping at the big-room door- Only this and nothing more. II. Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And the soft, uncertain rnstle of each honieward passing pupil, Had thrilled ine-filled nie with strange terrors never felt beforeq So that now to still the beating of my heart I paused repeating, 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at the big-room door- That it is and nothing more. III. Back round to the window turning all my soul within 1ne burning, Then again I heard a tapping something louder than before, Surely, said I, that is something at the window dark in shadow Let nie guess then what therent is and the mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore, 'Tis the wind and nothing more! IV. XVeari1y I gazed and muttered, when with many a flirt and flutter, Forth there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisunce made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he, But with niien of lord or lady perched beside the big-room door, Perched upon the clock slow ticking just beside the big-room door- Perched and sat, and nothing niore.

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' Y. Then this ebon bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decofrum of the countenance it wore, Though thy crest be shorn and shoven, thou I said, art sure no craveng Ghastly, grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the nights plutonian shore? Quoth the raven iiNCX'6Tl1lOfC. VI. Much I nlarveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though it's answer little meaning, little relevancy bore, For we cau't help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird beside the big-room door. Bird or beast upon the plain carved clock beside the big-room door - With such a name as Neverrnoref' VII. But the raven, sitting lonely on the plain-carved clock 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 left here, surely On the morrow I can leave here, as my friends have left before. Then the bird said, Neverrnore. VIII. Prophet! and I, thing of evil!-prophet still, if bird or devil! VVhetl1er tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, near this well worn spot enchanted, Near this seat by horror haunted-tell me truly, I irr1plore,- YVill I, will I never leave here, tell ine,-tell me, I implore! Quoth the raven, Nevermore!