I hope that I'll get mine in ample time to—go a-fishing!

Oh, was there ever any sweeter dream,

Or music with a tone that's more entrancing,

Than just to wander where some mountain stream

Is o'er the rocks and polished pebbles dancing?

And nothing short of heaven itself, I ween,

Is like the moment when, his scales all glancing,

You see the happy consummation of your wishing,

And catch the very fish for which you have been fishing!

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POE.

Oh, melancholy child of want and woe!

A brilliant meteor in an ebon sky!

Thy soul's weird music all did flow

From heart-strings touched by destiny!

The Raven, perched above thy chamber door,

Responsive croaked with a prophetic word—

For in the realm of song may "Nevermore"

Such strains as thine by mortal ear be heard!

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