The Raven Poem Print - Edgar Allan Poe Wall Art Set Of Handmade Vintage Style Framed in Barnwood Or Unframed

RUSH PROCESSING All of our pieces are handmade to order & generally take 3 business days to complete before shipping. If you would like to rush your order, please do so when selecting your shipping method at checkout. After each shipping method you will either see [+3 Business Day Processing] or [Next Day Processing], please select accordingly. Print Description: The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. The print is created using high quality fade-resistant pigment-based inks in the traditional turn of the century typewriter style. The print paper is aged by hand through our own multi-staged process. Please note, the pictures are taken without glass in the frame so you can pick up on the detail, but be assured glass is included. (Keep in mind, each print might look a little different since each print is made to order.) Frame Styles: Unframed: Hand-aged poem mounted on backing board in a protective plastic sleeve. (Shipped in a sturdy-mailer) 8.5 x 11 Frame: Hand-aged poem in barnwood frames as seen in the majority of the photos. 11 x 14 Floating Frame: Hand-aged poem mounted in between two sheets of glass & framed in barnwood. Poem Lyrics: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak & weary, Over many a quaint & curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door Only this & nothing more. Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; & each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrowsorrow for the lost Lenore For the rare & radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore Nameless here for evermore. & the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled mefilled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is & nothing more. Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, & so gently you came rapping, & so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard youhere I opened wide the door; Darkness there & nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, & the stillness gave no token, & the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore? This I whispered, & an echo murmured back the word, Lenore! Merely this & nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. Surely, said I, surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, & this mystery explore Let my heart be still a moment & this mystery explore; 'Tis the wind & nothing more! Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt & flutter, in there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door Perched, & sat, & nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave & stern decorum of the countenance it wore, Though thy crest be shorn & shaven, thou, I said, art sure no craven, Ghastly grim & ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the Raven Nevermore. Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaninglittle relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as Nevermore. But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he utterednot a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.