Yesterday...
my best-laid plans went all gang aft agley
but Robert Frost said it might go that way.
I guess he's right, I have to say.
Yesterday
as I sat pondering forgotten lore
seeking solace from the lost Lenore --
nameless here, forevermore.
Suddenly
there came a tapping at my chamber door.
But many friends have come and gone before;
it's just the wind --
and nothing more.
[bridge]
"I... was....
in a sleep very deep"
was all I could say.
I... said...
"Your forgiveness I beg
for this delay."
Yesterday
a black bird singing in the dead of night
upon my bust of Pallas did alight
a stately Raven from days of yore.
[bridge]
I... said...
"Prophet, devil or saint,
why do you stay?
Get... thy...
beak from out of my heart, this very day!
"I implore --
go back to the place you were before
quit your perch upon my chamber door!"
quoth the Raven --
"Nevermore".
