It is an infernal bore!
Presently I grew more placid (Optimists should not be acid.)
"Come in!" I exclaimed—"confound you! Pray stand drumming there no more."
But the donkey still kept tapping. "Dolt!" I muttered, sharply snapping,
"Why the deuce do you come rapping, rapping at my Office-door?
Yet not 'enter' when you're told to?"—here I opened wide the door—
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Open next I flung the shutter, when, with a prodigious flutter,
In there stepped a bumptious Raven, black as any blackamoor.
Not the least obeisance made he, not a moment stopped or stayed he,