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Then into the chamber turning, All my soul within me burning, Soon I heard again a tapping
Something 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 ; —
'T is 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 an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady.