The Raven

Once upon a midnight feeding, while ignoring victim's pleading,
And many a scream and tearful shreik upon the floor,
While I bit, and kept consuming, suddenly there came a booming,
As of someone's spell a-looming, looming 'pon the misty moor.
'Tis a gypsy witch," I muttered, "casting on the misty moor-
Only this, and nothing more.

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