fieldston american reader volume i – fall 2007 - Ethical Culture ...

Is there is there balm in Gilead” tell me-tell me. I implore!”Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil-prophet still, if bird or devil!By that Heaven that bends above us-by that God we bothadore-Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,’It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels nameLenore?”Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked,upstarting-“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonianshore!Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hathspoken!Leave my loneliness unbroken! -quit the bust above my door!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from offmy door!Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”And the raven, never flitting, still is sifting, still is sittingOn the pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that isdreaming,And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow onthe floor;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on thefloorShall be lifted-nevermore!My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;So that her highborn kinsmen cameAnd bore her away from me,To shut her up in a sepulchreIn this kingdom by the sea.The angels, not half so happy in heaven,Went envying her and me-Yes! -that was the reason (as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)That the wind came out of the cloud by night,Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.But our love it was stronger by far than the loveOf those who were older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And neither the angels in heaven above,Nor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful ANNABEL LEE:For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;And so, the all night-tide, I lie down by the sideOf my darling,-my darling,-my life and my bride,In her sepulchre there by the sea,In her tomb by the side of the sea.Annabel LeeIt was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea:But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my ANNABEL LEE;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me.And this was the reason that, long ago,In this kingdom by the sea,A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling130 fieldston american reader volume i – fall 2007