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on the youth as she approached the place where he stood, with a look in which surprise at his boldness seemed to be unmingled with resentment, while a trifling accident happened, which attracted her attention towards him yet more strongly. The night had been rainy, and just where the young gentleman stood, a small quantity of mud interrupted the queen's passage. As she hesitated to pass on, the gallant, throwing his cloak from his shoulders, laid it on the miry spot, so as to insure her stepping over it dry-shod. Elizabeth looked at the young man, who accompanied this act of devoted courtesy with a profound reverence, and a blush that overspread his whole countenance. The queen was confused, and blushed in her turn, nodded her head, hastily passed on, and embarked in her barge without saying a word.
THE HITCHEN MAY-DAY SONG.
And thus we do begin
Or else we die in sin.
We have been rambling all the night,
And almost all the day;
We have brought you a branch of May.
And at your door it stands;
By the work of our Lord's hands.
As green as any leek;
With His heavenly dew so sweet.
5. The heavenly gates are open wide,
Our paths are beaten plain ; And if a man be not too far gone, He
may return again.
It flourishes like a flower;
And we are dead in an hour.
7. The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light,
A little before it is day :
And send you a joyful May !
THE RA V E N.
1. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten loreWhile 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 chamberdoor
Only this, and nothing more.'
2. 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
doorSome late visitor entreating entrance at my chamberdoor
This it is, and nothing more.'
3. 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
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.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me
burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something 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 a minute stopped
or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my
chamber-doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamberdoor
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
6. 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 shoreTell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore !'
Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.'
7. Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so
plainly, Though its answer little meaning-little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber
doorBird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamberdoor,
With such name as 'Nevermore.'
8. 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.'