The Simpsons - Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven

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 someone gently rapping,
rapping at my chamber door.

"It`s just some visitor." I muttered,
"tapping at my chamber door."

"Only this and nothing more."

("Are we scared yet?" "Bart. He is establishing mood.")

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.

("Ohhh Lenore!!!!!!!")

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

("Ahhhhhh")

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door

.

This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore."

"But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door

("This better be good.")
Darkness there and nothing more.

("You what would have been scarier than nothing." "What???" "Anything!!")

Back into the chamber turning,
all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping
somewhat louder than before.

[sound of banging on the door] ("Aaahh!!")
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is,
and this mystery explore."

Open here I flung the shutter,
when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he;
not a minute stopped or stayed he

But, with mien of lord or lady,
perched above my chamber door

Perched upon a bust of Pallas
just above my chamber door,

perched, and sat, and nothing more.

("Hahahah") "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore.

Tell me. Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven. ("Eat my shorts!" "Bart!!! Stop it he says...") “Nevermore.” ("And that's all he'll ever say." "Ok ok.")

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

("Doh!!") "Don't. Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

"Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

("Why you little?????!!!"

"Come here little raven."... [sound of feathers flapping]...... [dramatic music]..... [curtains ripping] ..... "Aaahhh!!" )

("Nevermore. Nevermore. Nevermore"....... [screaming]))

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light over him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

("Hahahha")