Sad spirit, swathed in brief mortality, Of fate and fervid fantasies the prey, Till the remorseless demon of dismay O'erwhelmed thee -- lo! thy doleful destiny Is chanted in the requiem of the sea And shadowed in the crumbling ruins gray That beetle o'er the tarn. Here all the day The Raven broods on solitude and thee; Here gloats the moon at midnight, while the Bells Tremble, but speak not lest thy Ulalume Should startle from her slumbers, or Lenore Hearken the love-forbidden tone that tells The shrouded legend of thine early doom And blast the bliss of heaven forevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNET: 12 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON COMEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE IVORY GATE; AN UNFINISHED DRAFT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NORTHERN CALIFORNIA NIGHT (STRAITS OF CARQUINEZ) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |