Of the heart - in irritation - that his soul is madly turning,
And he's learning, learning, learning,
With desperate determining
And a resolute endeavor,
Now - now to sit or never
By the side of his Lenore.
But the calls, calls, calls,
How long the letter that he scrawls
About the bore!
How they weary, bother, tire,
In their ever-wild desire
To please the fair receivers still a little more.
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
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