Der Rabe (im englischen Original The Raven) ist ein erzählendes Gedicht des US-amerikanischen Schriftstellers Edgar Allan Poe. Es wurde zum ersten Mal am 29. Januar 1845 in der New Yorker Zeitung Evening Mirror veröffentlicht und schildert den mysteriösen, mitternächtlichen Besuch eines Raben bei einem verzweifelten Liebenden. Es ist eines der bekanntesten US-amerikanischen Gedichte.

Im Original ist der Schlussreim more, nämlich evermore. Im Deutschen gibt es keine Reime mit mehr für immer, ewig, – so erklären sich die vielen Übersetzungen.

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and 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 visiter,“ I muttered, „tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.“

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had tried to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

„'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door -

Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; -

This it is, and 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, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you „ - here I opened wide the door;- Darkness there and 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, and the darkness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, „Lenore!“

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, „Lenore!“ -

Merely this, and nothing more.

Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.

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