[00:00.000] 作词 : Allan Edgar[00:01.000] 作曲 : Allan Edgar[00:04.689]In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.[00:10.619]Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;[00:16.183]But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -[00:22.975]Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -[00:29.218]Perched, and sat, and nothing more.[00:34.495]Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,[00:41.495]By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,[00:46.824]`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven.[00:54.060]Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -[00:59.154]Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'[01:05.998]Quoth the raven, 'NEVERMORE.'[01:12.346]Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,[01:18.668]Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;[01:23.396]For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being[01:29.169]Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -[01:35.595]Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,[01:41.995]With such name as 'NEVERMORE.'[01:47.481]But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,[01:53.254]That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.[01:59.262]Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -[02:05.688]Till I scarcely more than muttered 'Other friends have flown before -[02:12.846]On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'[02:20.865]Then the bird said, 'NEVERMORE.'[02:27.396]Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,[02:33.300]'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store,[02:38.994]Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster[02:43.879]Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -[02:50.436]Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore[02:55.007]Of "NEVER-NEVERMORE."'[02:59.814]But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,[03:04.594]Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;[03:11.908]Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking[03:17.055]Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -[03:22.566]What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore[03:27.608]Meant in croaking 'NEVERMORE.'