Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a time, on a dreary midnight, when I was thinking weakly and tired,
Many strange and interesting forgotten legends,
Just as I nodded and almost fell asleep, suddenly there was a knock.
It seems that someone is tapping on my door.
"Someone is coming," I muttered, "knocking at my door-
That's all. '
Ah, I clearly remember it was in a cold December.
Each individual dying ash creates its ghost on the floor.
I eagerly hope tomorrow; -I tried to borrow money in vain.
From my book, stop mourning-mourning for the lost Lenore-
A rare and radiant girl that angels call Lenore-
Never be named.
And the sad and uncertain rustle of silk on every purple curtain.
Let me excited-let me full of unprecedented terror;
So now, in order to make my heart stop beating, I stand and repeat.
"This is some visitors begging to enter my door-
Some late visitors begged to enter in front of my door; -
That's it, that's all.
Soon, my soul became stronger; No more hesitation,
"Sir," I said, "or madam, really I beg your forgiveness;
But the truth is, I'm taking a nap, so you rap softly,
You tapped on my door,
I'm sure I heard you "-here I opened the door; -
Darkness, that's all.
I stood in the dark depths, staring for a long time, doubting, afraid,
Doubt and dream dreams that no one dared to dream before.
But the silence was not broken, and the darkness did not give any marks.
The only thing I said was to whisper, "Lenore! '
I whispered this sentence, and an echo came back, "Lenore! '
That's all.
Back in my room, my soul is burning,
Before long, I heard a knock louder than before.
"Of course," I said, "it must be something on my window lattice;
Let me see, what is that, this mysterious seeker-
Let my heart be quiet for a while and explore this secret; -
"This is the wind, that's all,"
Open here and I throw blinds, when, a lot of flirting and fluttering,
A solemn crow came in. It was a holy day.
He showed no respect at all; Not a minute to stop or stay with him;
But, as a noble or a lady, perched on my door-
Perched on the bust of pallas above my door-
Habitat, sit down, that's all.
Then this ebony bird deceived my sad fantasy and made me smile.
Judging from the serious and serious expression on its face,
"Although your crown has been cut short and shaved, you," I said, "are certainly not a coward.
Dark and terrible old crows wander the coast at night-
Tell me, what is your noble name on the east coast of Prudhoe in the dark! '
The crow said, "Never again. '
I was surprised that this clumsy bird could hear the conversation so clearly.
Although its answer is of little significance-almost irrelevant;
Because we have to agree that there are no living people.
I was lucky enough to see a bird on his door-
Birds or beasts on the bust carved above his door,
It's called "Never Return". '
But the crow, sitting alone in a quiet bust, only said,
That word, as if his soul was revealed in that word.
Then he didn't say anything-not a feather, and then he fluttered-
Until I was almost better than muttering, "Other friends have flown before-
He will leave me tomorrow, because my hope has flown away. '
Then the bird said, "Never again. '
Surprised that such an appropriate answer broke the silence,
"There is no doubt," I said, "what it said is its only stock and store.
From the merciless disaster of some unfortunate master.
Catch up faster and faster until his songs become a burden-
Until the melancholy burden brings him an elegy of hope
Never come again'
But the crow still smiles and deceives all my sad souls.
I pushed a cushioned seat straight in front of Byrd, the bust and the door;
Then, after velvet sinks, I connect myself.
Fantasy fantasy, think of this ominous bird's past-
This terrible, ugly, gaunt and ominous bird of the past
It means "never to return". '
I sat there guessing, but there was no syllable expression.
To the bird whose eyes burned into the core of my chest;
Besides, I sat there, leaned back and relaxed thinking.
The lights sparkled on the velvet lining of the cushion,
But its velvet violets set off the gloating of the lights,
She will press, ah, never again!
Then, I think, the air becomes denser and smells from an invisible incense burner.
Swinging around by Serafin, his feet tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Poor thing," I cried, "your God lent it to you and sent it to you through these angels.
Respite-respite and A Girl Without Sorrow disappear from your memory of Lenore!
Cheers! Oh, cheers! This A Girl Without Sorrow, forget this lost Lenore! '
The crow said, "Never again. '
"Prophet! I said, "evil things! -Prophets are still, if birds or demons! -
Whether it's from the tempter or the storm that throws you ashore,
Desolate but fearless, in this enchanted desert-
In this home haunted by terror, tell me the truth, I beg-
Is there any sesame oil in Gilead? -Tell me.-Tell me, I beg you! '
The crow said, "Never again. '
"Prophet! I said, "evil things! -Prophets are still, if birds or demons!
With the sky above us, with the God we worship together-
Tell this sad soul that if it is in a distant heaven,
It will embrace a holy girl named Lenore by angels.
Embrace a rare and radiant girl named Lenore by an angel? '
The crow said, "Never again. '
"Let the word as a sign of our breakup, bird or devil! I started screaming-
"Let you go back to the east coast of Prudhoe in storms and nights!
Don't leave black feathers as a sign of the lies your soul tells!
Let my loneliness not be broken! -No bust on my door!
Take your mouth away from my heart and your body away from my door! '
The crow said, "Never again. '
Crow, never flying, still sitting, still sitting.
On the pale bust of pallas above my door;
His eyes look like a demon in a dream,
The light flowed over him and cast his shadow on the floor;
My soul came out of the shadow floating on the floor.
Will be lifted-never again
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