Chapter 2

79 comics.

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