Never, oh nevermore! shall I behold

Never, oh nevermore! shall I behold

Thy form so fair;

Or loosen from its braids the rippling gold

Of thy long hair.

Never, oh, nevermore! shall I be blest

By thy voice low,

Or kiss, while thou art sleeping on my breast,

Thy marble brow.

Never, oh nevermore! shall I inhale

Thy fragrant sighs,

Or gaze, with fainting soul, upon the veil

Of thy bright eyes.