'NEVER,' he said, 'nevermore, br In the murmuring stillness of night br Shall I wait for her hand on my door, br Confident, light; br Still is the night as before, br And the stars unforgettably bright. br br 'Once from the deep woodland calms br At midnight a wild wind broke, br Shaking the cedars and palms br And the silver-gray oak; br And she, who had slept in my arms, br Suddenly woke. br br 'Pity me then, for it blew br Last night again from the woodlands so deep, br Where mosses and moisture and dew br Verdure eternal keep; br From the brooks and the glades that we knew, br It woke me from sleep.