POEMS. PREFACE TO THE POEMS. THESE trifles are collected and republished chiefly with a view to their redemption from the many improvements to which they have been subjected while going at random "the rounds of the press.' I am naturally anxious that what I have written should circulate as I wrote it, if it circulate at all. In defense of my own taste, nevertheless, it is incumbent upon me to say that I think nothing in this volume of much value to the public, or very creditable to myself. Events not to be controlled have prevented me from making, at any time, any serious effort in what, under happier circumstances, would have been the field of my choice. With me poetry has been not a purpose, but a passion; and the passions should be held in reverence; they must not-they cannot at will be excited, with an eye to the paltry compensations, or the more paltry commendations, of mankind. E. A. P. POEMS. THE RAVEN. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— 11 Nameless here for evermore. 161 the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain illed me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; Chat now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door he late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is and nothing more." sently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, r," said I, "or, Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, I so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, t I scarce was sure I heard you"-here I opened wide the door Darkness there and nothing more. p into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, bting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, I the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!". This I whispered, an the word, "Len Mere Back into the char my window lat tery exploreLet my heart be st tery explore;"Tis the Open here I flung t a flirt and flutt In there stepped a days of yore. Not the least obeis. stopped or sta But, with mien of my chamber d Perched upon a bu chamber doorPerched, Then this ebony b into smiling, By the grave and nance it wore |