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The Raven: the cheerful version


Hello again everyone!

Since Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday was a week ago, I want to quickly share with you a different version of the first two stanzas of the poem ‘The Raven’ that I wrote in an attempt to give the author his happy ending:

Once upon a morning dreamy, while I pondered, awake and cheery,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of exciting lore-
While I nodded, nearly clapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping- rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some friend,” I muttered, “knocking on my chamber door-
Oh, what could be more?”

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the brisk September,
And each separate burning ember brought its warmth upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished no dusk; pleasantly I ate some rusk,
From the woods me thought to gather musk- musk for the beautiful Lenore-
For the rare and the radiant maiden whom the birds name Lenore-
Singing it for evermore.