The Raven

　　Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weakry.

　　Over many a quint and curious volume of forgotten lore.

　　While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

　　As of some one 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 tried to borrow

　　From my books surcease of sorrow (1) -sorrow for the lost Lenore-

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

　　Nameless here for evermore

　　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-

　　Some late 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;

　　Darkness there, and nothing more.

　　Deep into that: darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing

　　Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

　　But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

　　And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"

　　This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, " Lenore! "

　　Merely this, and nothing more.

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

　　Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.

　　"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;

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

　　Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;

　　'Tis the wind, and nothing more!

　　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 an instant stopped or stayed he;

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

　　Perched upon a bust of Pallas (2) just above my chamber door-

　　Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

　　Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

　　By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

　　"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 what thy lordly name is on the Night ' s Plutonian shore! (3) "

　　Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "

　　Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

　　Though its answer little meaning-little relevancy hore;

　　For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being (4)

　　Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-

　　Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above I us chamber door,

　　With such mime as "Nevermore.

　　But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

　　That one word, as if his soul in that ill~ word he did outpour.

　　Nothing farther then he uttered-not a feather then he fluttered-

　　Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-

　　On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before. "

　　Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "

　　Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

　　"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store (5) ,"

　　Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

　　Followed fast and followed fastel-so, when Hope he would adjure,

　　Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure-

　　That sad answer, "Nevermore!"

　　But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,

　　Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door;

　　Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

　　Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-

　　What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

　　Meant in croaking "Nevermore. "

　　This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

　　To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

　　This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

　　On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,

　　But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,

　　She shall press, ah, nevermore!

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

　　Swung by angels whose faint 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(6) from thy memories of Lenore!

　　Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"

　　Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "

　　"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil! -

　　Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

　　Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-

　　On this home by Horror haunted-tell me truly, I implore-

　　Is there-is there balm in Gilead? (7) -tell me-tell me, I implore!"

　　Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "

　　"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil!

　　By that Heaven that bends above us-by that God we both adore-

　　Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn (8) ,

　　It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

　　Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.

　　Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. "

　　"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. "

　　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 that is dreaming,

　　And the lamp-light o' er him streaming throve his shadow on the floor;

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

　　Shall be lifted-nevermore!

　　注释：

　　（1） I had tried to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow:

　　我竭力读书，想以此排遣心中的哀伤。Surcease是古体，意思是终止阻止

　　（2） a bust of Pallas:

　　帕拉斯女神的胸像，帕拉斯就是希腊神话中的雅典娜(Athena)。

　　（3） the Night's Plutonian shore:

　　黑夜中的的冥界的冥界海岸

　　（4）subalunary being

　　地球上的人们。Subalunary意思是月球之下的，地球之上的。

　　有的版本改为 living human being。

　　( 5 ) stock and store:

　　库存物品。此处指乌鸦模仿的人语

　　（6）Nepenthe

　　希腊神话中的忘忧药。后泛指一切是人忘记忧愁的东西。

　　（7） Is there balm in Gilead?

　　这里讥讽的引用了圣经中的一句：Is there no balm in Gilead; is therd no

　　physician there? 难道基列没有止痛药？难道那里没有医生吗？

　　（基列是死海边的一片山区，生长着许多药用植物）

　　（8）Aidenn

　　这是坡虚拟的一个地名，暗指伊甸园（Eden）

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