Chapter 2
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095: Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
096: `Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee’
097: On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
098: And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
099: Darkness there, and nothing more.
100: `Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
101: Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore –
102: Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
103:Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
104: Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’
105: This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
106: Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
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