The End of the Raven
"On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
'Raven's very tasty,' thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor.
'There is nothing I like more.'
[...]
Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth -- 'Nevermore.'
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore --
Only this and not much more.
Autor: Henry N. Beard
![<i>The End of the Raven</i><br /><br />"On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting<br />I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.<br />Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,<br />Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.<br />'Raven's very tasty,' thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor.<br />'There is nothing I like more.'<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered<br />In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth -- 'Nevermore.'<br />While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,<br />Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore.<br />Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore --<br />Only this and not much more. - Henry N. Beard](/static/img/quotes/517623.jpg)