In the canon
The Raven
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1845
- Pages
- Pages 4
"Once upon a midnight dreary," and already the spell is cast: that rolling, rocking meter, rhymes chiming inside the line as well as at its end, a music so hypnotic it seems to read itself aloud. It is bleak December, the fire is dying, and a scholar sits over forgotten books trying not to think of Lenore, the woman he has lost.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
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