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THE RAVEN.

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

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Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown for ever !
Let the bell toll -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river ;
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear ?-weep now or never more !

LENORE.

See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read—the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

RETCHES! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,

And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her that she

died !

How shall the ritual, then, be read ?---the requiem how be sung

By you—by yours, the evil eye,—by yours, the slanderous

tongue

That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young ? ”

Peccavimus; but rave not thus ! and let a Sabbath

song

Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore hath “ gone before,” with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride-
For her, the fair and débonnaire, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair, but not within her eyes,
The life still there, upon her hair—the death upon her eyes.

Avaunt ! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,

But waft the angel on her flight with a pæan of old days !
Let no bell toll!-lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,

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